Heart and Guts Make the Blooms Grow Brighter

Even if rather luscious, the deadheaded remains
of a fleshed and boned human was not my idea
for proper stalk. But who can argue with Red?
None who values all her petals attached
to the same bloom. Red delights in peculiar fun,

best when speckled with vivid bits of blood-red.
“Chlorophyll is for leafy vegetables,” she said,
“heart and guts make the blooms grow brighter.”

Most tulips I know thrive rooting in sandy soil,
well drained, stimulated by sun, moon, rain…
But who can argue with Red? None who wants
to grow. “These roots were made for walking
in painted wooden shoes”, she said,

and we walked with Red, blooming
in borrowed flesh.
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written for Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 7)—Of Peculiar Fun and Me
and
the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads – In The Remains of This Month (April!)

Art by Caitlynn Abdow
artwork, by Caitlynn Abdow
find more of her work on her website, Facebook and Instagram

Dark, Fresh and Blooming

You shan’t be ruled by your gut,
the doctor says. These 40 pills
could leave you feeling
like a violet in spring.

Dark, fresh and blooming?
I feel my heart brighten,
more than ready to sprout.

No, he tells me, purple.

I can do purple (easy, heart of mine),
some of my best friends are purple.
If that’s all it takes, I’ll rule my gut.
This spring, it will be me and the—

There is a little more, he says.
Swallowing the bullets—I don’t think
you can bite these—will help you
ignore anyone who’s talking.
You won’t even have to look at them.

I can endure
dizziness (easy, heart of mine);
those around me will understand
loopy. Purple and aloof, I can do.

No, he says to me, deaf and blind.

I watch him, and smile
with a lot of sharp teeth.

Easy, heart of mine,
let’s look in the bright side of dark.
Next spring, we might be able to sprout
as Eliot’s corpse,
and pick at a mute doctor’s brains.

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Process Note: some might say that my sense of humor is much too dark to be funny. But I’m already brilliant, happy, and seriously sexy, so a traditional sense of humor might be way too much to ask for. Before I posted this, I asked one of my dear doctors to read it—he laughed like a lunatic, and said, “Women Marines make the bravest patients in the world.” I figured I should tell him about the poem, so that if he ever ran into it, he wouldn’t think that I was fantasizing about munching on his brains. Really, sir, I don’t want to do that. Honest. The caramel-filled chocolates you keep on your desk though… considered them gone.

“Eliot’s corpse”: reference to a corpse that might sprout in The Waste Land, by T. S. Eliot.

a wee announcement – Amy, one of the Wicked Darling participants, started this event without a blog. Now she has Sunshine and Daisies, if you pls. Fly over to her cyber-cottage and welcome her to blog land, spend a bit of time exploring her bright garden, steal a flower… Because that’s what we do—show up at the houses of strangers and make ourselves at home. 😀

written for The Poesy of Side Effects – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 4 of 30)
and for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – “Spring is the time of land’s awakening”

Foxglove, Debbie Ballou Sladek
“Foxglove, Pickering Garden, Wash.”, by Debbie Ballou Sladek
(I know these aren’t violets, but how can anyone put a violet before these beauties?)
Find more stunning examples of Debbie’s work at her Website;
and, like me, become completely addicted to her Instagram feed.