- Psychiatric Times Vol 20 No 2
- Volume 20
- Issue 2
Still Life With Monhegan Island Poppies
Poetry of the Times
I remember their wild clusters
waved by sea-breeze near the old
inn door,
petals and pods exposed like skin
sun might lick with lust,
how I yearned for beauty,
and the moment, like Rapunzel's
father, I stole them.
Back home, I scattered seeds on
injured earth,
and they spread on wind to the
wood-line,
past the pond where herons preen.
Years later, old temptation has
flown
over the mountain to grow
unchecked
in the cracks of city sidewalks.
Today I arrange thin green stems
and purple-black flowers in a
pewter vase
where they will live one more day
before blossoms fall like
punishment.
And after composing my dying still
life,
I stand in the garden with my
sharpened blade,
eager to cut heads
multiplied beyond all desire,
their halved seed pods
shaped in perfect omegas,
death and life blooming mindless
as HIV,
ready to flower on whatever island
will sustain them.
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