Organic poems from Kent by Susan Lane SLCM
Poems rooted in soil, seasons, and the quiet rituals of tending what grows. Garden Life gathers moments shaped by earth, weather, colour, and the small living things that teach patience, renewal, and change.
Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine ColourMine Bug Removal Organically ColourMine: It’s always good to have a fresh look at the garden whether in the bright sun of a heatwave or in the cool of the early morning, seeing how nature and predators of various sorts play their games out during the day. … Read more
Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine The ColourMine Grass Patch This poem is from the perspective of a rather fed-up ColourMine garden resident. It’s been a long, dry season, and the struggle for survival is real. But when the rain won’t come, you learn to get creative – and cheeky. Especially if you … Read more
Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine I am just a garden storage bench This poem is about a neglected garden storage bench – living in grime, feeling overlooked, quietly resentful of my neighbour’s tree and is a humorous ode to my domestic chaos, my poetic procrastination, and the small victory of a duster … Read more
Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine The Decorative Stones All nice and pretty we were back in the dayWe were beautiful and clean; we stood out tooNot like now when we’re covered inWho knows what kind of doodooWith the farm animals not far awayI can only guess what gets mixed with the strawAnd … Read more
Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine Spring Hedge Renovation I can’t believe the lady of the houseLet me get so overgrownIn all of her time living hereIt’s not ever been knownWith brand-new hand shearsShe finally cameAnd clipped me.Oh, what a treat!Now here I am sportingA fabulous new bobIt’s such a nice feeling you … Read more
Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine ColourMine, aka Mother Nature to me, is my view of everything I see, whether good or bad. I’m giving my own living experience in my own words as played out each day, week, month and year in every poem that I write. I hope you enjoy what … Read more
