I had known for a while that a number of abandoned tunnels

Were positioned directly under my cottage garden

As far as I was concerned they were no more than disused mines

 

It was only when my sister gave me a silver turquoise ring

That I realised that my garden was full of such treasures

I quickly organised a dig and recovered many jewels

 

But my garden had been destroyed not a single flower remained

You have inherited a war zone brother my sister said quietly

And all you have left is a weeping garden a garden full of tears

 

 

Red Poem Number Three