Stephania y8 Bishop Thomas Grant School - Gardens of Babylon poem

I chose to write a piece of literature about the Gardens of Babylon as I believe that they are one of the most magical and fascinating marvels and architectures of the ancient world. As one of the seven wonders of the ancient world, these gardens have a wholesome story to tell, a story of love and dedication that has been the object of the works of writers, archaeologists and even historians. The blend of beauty and mystery that is associated with this myth is captivating to many. Unlike the other wonders where many communities thrived, the gardens were a gift for the Queen Amytis alone. What makes this garden so elusive is the structural advancement in the architecture: pillars, irrigation systems and luscious plants were only a small amount of the structures in these gardens. Assumptions are made that Queen Amytis admired the plants, finding solace in the nature whilst appreciating the pulchritude of such an ethereal place. However, it hasn't been decided or known yet what really happened here or whether they even existed. The mystery may never be solved, yet our admiration for the concept of such a beautiful and romantic tale will live on.

The Gardens of Babylon

Laced through old literature, whispered in tales,

a symbol of love that could never fade.

A floating forest, an ethereal land,

Thriving quietly amidst the dry, arid sands.

The king's love gesture bloomed like the vines and flowers,

that crept and swept throughout the pillars and towers.

Silver streams and marble fountains,

a structure of affection standing proud like a mountain.

Where the longing of a home sat deep within Amytis's heart,

her King Nebuchandezzar rebuilt that spark.

Though nothing remains his love still stays,

''Did it ever exist?", we still ponder today.

Among the desert hush there are still whispers that stayed,

Whispers of love that transcended the ruins and rains.

Perhaps there wasn't a fountain or silver streams,

Foliage and ponds that glistened and gleamed.

But the mere idea of such an elegant wonder,

whether lost or born or now asunder

Blossoms in our hearts, lingers in our minds

This shining treasure; so impossible to find.