|Mistress Mary, Quite Contrary 2 |
Illustration by w:en:William Wallace Denslow (1902)
She sentenced herself to fall from Eden
to tend her own garden, to watch her bulbs
take hold, to stop saying “I’m Sorry.”
On a deep night that purred, the deed occurred:
unseen fingers gently removed her name
and untied links between the two gardens.
This is what I want! She catches herself
and leans her crutch outside her garden gate
to plant both feet deeply, to stand upright.
You need this! She reminds herself to stop
shaking, to work alone, to cook food stored
inside her bulbs, heart, lungs and memory.
What if …? Shhhh … Ready? She spits word seeds,
sprouts fruits and weeds, cultivates, and proceeds.
Posted for NaPoWriMo Day 29 and for
the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads' Open Link Monday.
Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast