Margaret Bradstock: Two Poems
Brief* Garden
Here I sit, in my lamplit bungalow, with the warm thick rain drumming
on the roof and leaking through the holes, with a glass of gin …
and from the boys’ quarters the tentative tooting of flutes.
Donald Friend, Diaries, May 13, 1958
We turn off from the Galle Road
to the Bawa Estate and its tropical house
enshrined as a gallery. Here a riot
of rainforest gardens, random fountains,
the famed satyr gateposts, usher you in.
Friend’s mural’s a paean to one-time Ceylon,
a jubilant mapping of palace and temples, of village
and street scenes, rickshaws and umbrellas,
monks with their begging-bowls.
Spotted deer roam freely, elephants, tusked
and bejewelled, jostle for pride of place.
Nude Krishna pipes music from a reed flute
as we stray into his paradise.
Then to the courtyard and clay wall tiles
incised with elephants and strutting peacocks
ancient hunters, chariots, and swan-necked ships.
Sculptures survive, and rough engravings
on concrete garden seats, of monkeys,
a boy sleeping, unmindful of watchers
one of the many boys.
After dark, it’s “Brief” at its best. Monsoon rains over,
an enormous full moon floods the garden with light
the night full of fireflies. But the climate’s now taking
its toll of the mural wall, floors cracked
and subsiding, the colours sinking from sight.
* The property, bequeathed to Bevis Bawa by his mother, was gained through a successful legal brief.
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