Poison Garden

They said 'Do not play in the poison garden',
Foxgloves sway, in the poison garden,
Melia berries fall like marbles,
Now crushed and broken as the ground there hardens.
When I was younger, I used to marvel
When they would warn me about the poison garden.

Belladonna, sweet deadly nightshade,
Oleander, you make my heart break.
Red angel trumpets, pendulous glory,
Pupils dilate with a midnight story.
Oh ancient yew tree, laden with berries,
Medical pardon, from the poison garden.

And as I shelter, beneath this bower,
Beauty and power in the poison garden.
I?ll take my hours in the poison garden.