What Happens In The Garden Stays In The Garden

Written for:  NaPoWriMo – Day 5

April is a time for planting things (at least where I am, in Washington DC – you may still be waiting for spring, or well into some other season!) At any rate, I’ve recently been paging through seed catalogs, many of which feature “heirloom” seeds with fabulous names. Consider the “Old Ivory Egg” tomato, the “Ozark Razorback” or “Fast Lady” cow-pea, “Neal’s Paymaster” dent corn, or the “Tongues of Fire” bush bean. Today, I challenge you to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of these garden rarities.

When Black Carrot meets
Alaskan Red Nasturtium,
it is love at first sight.
Carrot says, take a bite. Tom
Thumb Lettuce blushes, rushes off
to converse with Miss Albino Beet.
She’s in heat. He’d best be careful.
They hide among the candy tuft, lacy
look but really tough. Wait!
A Cosmic Eclipse Tomato is due. When?
We don’t know, say the Cheddar Reds,
still lazing in their green
beds. Red Boar Tomato is hungry,
and lumbers around after Ms. Pork
Chop Tomato, leaning against
the fence. The Garden of Eden
has changed. A range of new
residents have taken over.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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