Park Bench~Poem by Tina Wild








My poem Park Bench was recently published in Swamp Writing. See:

Park Bench

Everyone has a place in this park

a space to sit, escape chaos, to dwell,

zest of gum trees, hibiscus halos,

agapanthus lined like pews in a pulpit.


Up top where the birds of paradise crane

nosey necks, there’s the smoochers

shrouded in a cloud of smoke—

all glazed eyes and giggly.


Midway on the slope by the roses and palms

the pigeon lady and her faithful flock gather,

everyday at three she scatters seeds

to the clucking clamouring mass.


The freckly lady sits upright eyes closed.

Not seeing the God-given green, the tinkling stream.

Willing the world away, her veins unfurl

sturdy roots rich in soil.


At the bottom there’s a stand off –

homeless Les drinking his tinnies

hides in the rockery, tangled dreadlocks

like willow sap hang in ropey strands.


She knows he’s there, the girl with the dogs

hears his slurring, ranting mantra.

In the scrap of sun she sits—oblivious,

steeped in spacious botanical breath.



I would love your comments on this poem. Sydneysiders may be interested to know the inspiration came from the beautiful Ivanhoe Botanical Park, Manly, NSW.

6 thoughts on “Park Bench~Poem by Tina Wild

  1. Hi Tina, Thanks for the great yoga class yesterday. It’s the best restorative/therapy/yin YOGAclass around!!!!!! Please never stop doing those:-). I’ll be back the next saturday when I’m not teaching or having other appointments. Here’s the poem I mentioned yesterday, and please continue sharing your writing with us:-)×10-colour-enlargements-16-50-quot cheers, Lene

    Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 00:59:43 +0000 To:


    • Pleasure Lena, glad you enjoyed it (the poem and the class). I will email you my essay, if you need me to look at yours that you’re working on I’d be happy to. Thanks for sending this poem, I will have a look.



      • That poem is beautiful Lene, very simple, and makes me realise you really don’t have to worry about meter and structure. The essence of a good poem is its emotional heart.


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