The Garden Goddess
David Harsent, 29 January 2009
“... decide, in the end, to take her advice and forget it. As she turns to favour you with that self-same rose, you might notice how her shoulder blades jut and curve like the folded wings of an angel, how she smells very slightly of civet, how her nose is off-true, as if she had once been the victim of a random attack, how the dark of her eye can bring you ... ”