Secret Treasures


By Acabashi (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (, via Wikimedia Commons

“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”

–Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden


She opened the hidden gate,

eyes bright, but hands atremble

eager to discover treasures in a secret garden.


Greeted by scents of summer joy,

she tasted them, fresh and tender, green and bright.

She opened the hidden gate.


Digging here and there, uncovering roots and buds,

ensorcelled by the buzz of bees and trills of birds,

eyes bright, but hands atremble,


she pricked her fingers on thorns of roses,

saw flowers wondrous strange, she danced in delight,

eager to discover treasures in the secret garden.


This cascade poem is in response to Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt


This week’s words are: Open/Strange/Taste/Fresh/Tender





28 thoughts on “Secret Treasures

    • Thanks, Jane. Yes, I can see becoming addicted to them. 🙂

      I love the word “enscorcelled.” I think I’ve used it a few times, but it’s so hard not to use it if it works in a poem.

  1. The way you included thorns as secret treasures was something I loved reading. Pain and beauty can be synonymous, and gift us with courage, love, empathy, etc. Lovely flow and verbiage.

  2. I like the curiosity, the wonders and the hand agreeable in this picturesque written piece. You don’t need the open gate since each part of the poem created beautiful pictures in my mind, Merril.

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