L'aura del Campo

Sheila's Song

I undid my doing, unraveled my ravel, undeathed my dying, opted to relive my one-time life. KE



Sheila's Song

Sheila ungreenhouses her tomatoes,
stout stemmed from winter’s seldom-glow.
Dry earth awaits damp growth-release.
It's almost Spring and Sheila sings to dark green leaves;
she sirens checking stems for rot, moist soil for bugs,
fingers stroking surfaces for hidden eggs,
offspring of those chomping things.
Sheila’s protected them so far,
but now her plants must face fertility-on-wing,
fend off the frost as best they can.
She fills inverted cones of dirt with plants;
they send out rootlets in the damp,
prey to the heartless cold of night.
Come summer the buds and burgeoning balls
cry out with glee, and Sheila will sing along.

© Kåre Enga 2011-04-02 [168.23]



Where did this come from? I think it was from a facebook comment about setting out new plants, but now I can't remember. It wasn't hard to write. The use of "ungreenhoused" guided word and image usage. I am fond of morphology and word creation. Definitely inspired by that too.



Oh... everything... sat down with my LaRousse...

This is just a wish. Somewhere it is shining ...not here. 43ºF and cloudy.

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