The Garden Goddess
David Harsent, 29 January 2009
“... your journal as ‘slick, like a scar in velvet’. As for why rain works round her, or how things green when she moves among them, or what music hangs in the air, these things must remain, as always, her secret, as must the true tale of the love of her life, who saw her exactly as you see her now, and took her kiss and changed, so we’re told, in a moment ... ”