The Garden Gate

The Garden Gate

A Story by Cherrie Palmer
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a flower garden of mystery

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Soft cream of butter is the center of the bud, creeping up the pedals wall is a cool shade of violet; it is blotted in appearance making a watermark pattern that is repeated in various shades.  They are generously crowned in deep green frayed leaf that is as dark as it is full. Next to this lovely two-toned bush is a slender grouping of crimson tulips.  A garden gate was hung just there with tulips on each side, no fencing of any kind to mark the way only the blooms of spring; and the pristinely painted swinging gate. 

This simple gate housed two chairs also painted white. A table was found on that piece of ground and an arched honeysuckle vine where a small brass wind chime was canceled. Mint-julep must have been sipped by those whom once here sat, and on occasion with an eastern wind I catch a faint hint of old-spice and mint. It is at those times I stop my work and listen to the brass chimes and without fail the garden hinge will speak as I see that old gate begin to swing.

© 2013 Cherrie Palmer


Author's Note

Cherrie Palmer
round 2
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ShellyHoltLowery wrote a story of laundry line scent, and now your garden gate,cool,I love the two of you and the words ring promise, the cycle of life like red clay dirt deep in those who can read the suns words as it sets. Had to take a breath ,good story.

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Cherrie Palmer

11 Years Ago

:) thank you Lee



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I love it Nana, it reminds me for some reason of your piece of land.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cherrie Palmer

11 Years Ago

and those things I like to write about
Michael Kevin Spencer

11 Years Ago

Your poetry is like walking into a scene where I get to watch a bird-bath at high noon!
Cherrie Palmer

11 Years Ago

now, that is truly kind thank you
WOW! loved this, the description was super great! Made me long for spring, and the flowers that come with it! Beautiful!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cherrie Palmer

11 Years Ago

yes I am ready for Spring to blow thru myself :)
Very descriptive, and I really like some of the metaphors you've used here. I do think you could expand this, since the reader is left wanting more at the end, and I think there's a wealth of material here that you could use. One note - the bit about the julep, it should read 'by' instead of 'from'. All in all, very well done.

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Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cherrie Palmer

11 Years Ago

thank you for the help, I will make the change and hope to flesh this it out some more friday.

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Springfield , MO



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I am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..

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