Granny's war

In wartime
Granny
came to the garden

She held the world together
with strawberry jam,
elderflower champagne
and her bare hands
whipping up scones

Always a fighter
on another plane
the one that love-bombs
the curry
by putting too much
sugar in it.

I'm asking you now
Granny
Come back
to the garden
I sense you

It's overbloomed
and overflowed
from giving and giving
the threat hangs
like a spider shroud
from the trees
long blown
to dust

The specter of
all we cannot see
Looms
as does our fear of it.