“In a terracotta pot, day-/glo plastic pegs cling to the edge…”

I liked the NaPoWriMo prompt today – the idea of the last, abstracted line in an otherwise concretely descriptive poem is really useful as an approach…Here’s mine:

Looking Through the Patio Doors at Dusk, April 2016

On the ledge by the fence
the rosemary is thin
the lavender long-unfragranced
all just pricey twigs.
In a terracotta pot, day-
glo pegs cling to the edge,
some snapped, some twisted. 
A lantern with star-shaped holes
its tealight becoming an ancient 
island with one burnt-out tree.
Drips queue on the washing line. 
Everywhere the rich are 
cocooning themselves.