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The Poppy Garden: Cabbage

twisting bitter against the tongue
falling into a long hallway:
adder's tongues along the stair, well
everyone's got their own way
feeling the varigrated overhead
permutations in the gaseous masseous biome dome
brassy fingers twist and wring the coiling masses
splashing their cool wet guts against the hungry earth
feeding the soft twisting twining fingers of tiny green things
fuzzy viridian blades, serrated and spiralling outward
extended on maroon trailers, politely
stepping aside for each other.

Author notes

The poppy garden at a later stage. I could never bring myself to write about their tragic demise.

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  • Rhythm Child
    November 19, 2008

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    A great entry
    thanks for taking part, wishing you luck would be an insult to your talent so take care

    message me for anything
    Billy (Rhythm Child


  • Catie Sheeran gold member
    November 18, 2008
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    I love the imagery in this piece! good luck in the contest

  • Dark...no hope
    November 13, 2008

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    The thing is people dis H and opium all the time but it's like a misunderstood child. After all wouldn't you all rather shoot up than down.


  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    November 8, 2008

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    Love the ending lines, "politely stepping aside", great write. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.


    whisper


  • FlamesDragoness
    November 2, 2008

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    well done....many who are not gardeners soul may not
    appreciate or under-stand the clever wit you wrote
    in this poem.

    and I agree...sadly..i stopped growing cabbage years ago!
    well done! well done! clever wit !
    flamesdragoness

    • intoothandclaw
      November 2, 2008
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      It was poppies -- they go through a leafy stage called the 'cabbage stage', in which they were when I wrote this poem. After quite a while as 'cabbage', they finally put up flowers. I thought they would crowd each other, but they didn't -- they just moved aside on little purple runner things.

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