She always used to wave to me

As I passed by her gate

I stopped to talk and never worried

That I might get home late.

She’d pick me a box of apples

Beetroot and fresh green beans

They said she had green fingers

But they looked pink to me.

 

Then one day when it was raining

She said “You could come inside

I was just going to have some tea

And a piece of cake besides”

As I went in she locked the door

Behind me with a key

They said she had green fingers

But they looked pink to me.

 

Soon I would go in every day

Whether rain or shine

And as the summer days rolled on

We changed from tea to wine

And we knew where this was going

We could tell where we would be

They said she had green fingers

But they looked pink to me.

 

And so one autumn evening

We watched the sun go down

From the comfort of her feather bed

Under a hand-stitched eiderdown

We knew there’d be a price to pay

That nothing in life comes free

They said she had green fingers

But they looked pink to me.

 

One day she’d been to a sickly aunt

With a seasonal gift of a potted plant

She got back home and felt the shock

It nearly caused her heart to stop

At first she couldn’t believe her eyes,

Her garden cruelly vandalised

All her plants had been knocked down

Pulled up or trampled in the ground.

But the single thing that hurt her more

Was the one word painted on her door

“Sinners” written for all to see

In the villagers’ eyes we’d always be

They said she had green fingers

But they looked pink to me.

 

Soon after this she left her home

For months the house stood empty

Her garden soon was overgrown

With fruit and veg. aplenty.

And even without her being there

That garden plot was never bare

Perhaps she did have green fingers

But they just looked pink to me.

©Jeffrey James Culling


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