Potted plant April 18, 2013Posted by aquillam in Astronomy, poetry.
The philodendron sprawls Across the shelf Like a bored 12-year-old Restless and motionless A vine plunges toward Verne Coiling around an embossed image Of the Nautilus A leaf flops over the broken spine Of Treasure Island Them that die will be the lucky ones! Rooted to the spot Would it drift away with Phileas Fogg Or climb into Dr. Cavor’s contraption? Vines cascade over the edge like a boy falling overboard Ready to join the Troops A leaf curls thoughtfully back toward the pot Contemplating the closet - Is it as good as a wardrobe? Would a magic ring in an enchanted castle Work when worn on a petiole? Is there a world where philodendrons can fly?