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| 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
LOVE that first stanza!
ReplyDeletethis is interesting and fantastic....
ReplyDeleteYou 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.
what more to say...
smiles...keep spitting word seeds like this...smiles...it is good for you...and sometimes we need to stop apologizing and just get on with it...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic! Love the opening and then to have her spitting word seeds at the end is perfect!!
ReplyDeleteI love it.......especially the spitting of word seeds.
ReplyDeleteLike that last line! What a great finish!
ReplyDeleteHope you had a great Happy Poetry Month, Susan. :)
Lovely indeed
ReplyDeleteAnd she will make it, inch by hard-won inch, that warrior of the dirt, within. I love it.
ReplyDeleteNice: warrior of the dirt!
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