Skulls of Mint in Bloom

The piece below is a wild dance between a handful of Nature’s blooms and a stream of consciousness spell. It began to blossom in my mind, while I was delighting in some of the flowers I photographed this summer (all the pictures were taken by me… except the pennyroyal, which is the work of @luv_2_plant, an Instagram friend). This one was crafted out of comments from friends, out of the music playing while I wrote it, out of the promise of autumn, out of shapes and scents and words wanting to be born.

“Skulls of Mint in Bloom”

In summer, the night in a hat
gave her a horny crown.

The Green Man smiled…
thinking of Moonflowers
opening for him.

Lily—bright and wilted
before the fall—wondered not
about the Green Man’s touch.

He will love me, she thought,
or he will love me not…

Only Daisy knows these deep,
deep things. And she’s open

wide to all, like her sister
in petal and pink. She wants
every kiss and every caress,

before licking and swallowing
Pennyroyal, looking for death
in skulls of mint. She finds zilch,

for life tends to tendril
unpredictably wild, like Passion-

flowers in bloom.

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the wee notes…
– The first stanza came from comments made by my friends, Nina and Laura, about a passionflower bud I posted on Facebook. The seventh stanza leaked into my mind because Nirvana’s “Pennyroyal Tea” was playing while I was writing—Pennyroyal oil can cause abortion, hence the lines “I sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea / Distill the life that’s inside of me” in the Nirvana song.
– In many witchy traditions, the Green Man represents a male (and wildly spirited) side of Nature.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – Tuesday Platform.

1. PassifloraPassionflower bud

2. MoonflowerMoonflower

3. LilyLily

4. White DaisyDaisy

5. ConeflowerConeflower

6. PennyroyalPennyroyal

7. PassifloraPassion flower

53 thoughts on “Skulls of Mint in Bloom

  1. So much sex & death in that garden of Eden… and I may have missed it but for you capturing & sharing here, the images too, a rainbow coloured visual feast Ms Wicked xox

  2. I do feel you take the same approach to blooming flowers like Georgia O’Keefe or Robert Mapplethorpe… the flowers are so sexy I think…

  3. after reading this lovely sensual piece i then read all the comments and reread your piece which then i came to a realization this was penned with more sexual sensuality than i initially interpreted. maybe it was because of the suggestive comments but i absorbed their suggestions and appreciated your piece more fully. nice ! beautiful photos of the variety of flowers. gracias, have to run and take a cold shower

  4. I love the poem, Magaly, and even more, I love the process you have described. It is a magical thing for poetry to transpire from all the stimulus surround the poet at any given time. Thanks for the interesting notes about the flowers themselves and the gorgeous photos.

    • Thank you, Kerry. The more poetry I write, the more I see (and appreciate) how different it is from fiction. Both forms are alive and feed their environment. But with fiction, we can’t astray as much and keep things the way they are supposed to be. With poetry though… total freedom! And that’s such a gift. 🙂

  5. Magaly – I love how you weave nature, fairy tale, & 90s alternative music together in one magical poem 🙂 I vividly remember the summer of my love for Nirvana, cassette tape and walkman in hand backstage in a field of weedy grass (literally, this was where I spent summers, at an outdoor theatre!). So this felt nostalgic to me, wild like teenage emotions and hazy like willow-o-wisp dreams. Thanks for sharing!

  6. This was a fun read, Magaly. I doubt I ever will fully understand completely women. Here is see competition, love for one another, yearning for a man’s love, and beauty of the mind.
    Thank you,
    ..

    • Jim, I think understanding other people is an art most of us can’t quite grasp. But that’s not such a bad thing. That way, we have more things to talk about… as we get to know each other.

  7. I must say that the poem is sexy and intense…. but the picture of Passion flower – mmm, yummy… I have never seen them before.
    Lovely photos Magaly… thanks for sharing the beauty!

  8. The passing of seasons and the rise and fall of each flower’s personal season are just so deliciously and sexily told here. But then nature has no qualms at expressing itself like this.

  9. Oh Eve’s garden brought blame and shame….I love this poem! Great use of image and words. The photos remind us that all life carries the genetics of a fall. (That is if you believe Genesis. 🙂 )

    • I think flowers–and their cycle of living and dying–are a good way of reminding ourselves to appreciate every single day of our lives, not so much because “of a fall” to come “(That is if you believe in Genesis)” *giggles*, but because life is not long enough to waste in nonsense.

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