The McKinley Review Magazine

Geraniums

By: Teresa Blackmon | Posted on: Summer 2019

 

Prune and pluck the blooms,

tear their fancy faces from the green neck.

Seems like a terrible waste

when they are shouting--colorful verses,

rhymed poetry: beauty.

Just recently put to dirt for

such a short time, they perch

like bathing beauties

craving the sun and the attention.

 

Today as I was leaving, I snapped

five red-headed geraniums from

Daddy’s porch planters.

There was just enough blood to

stain my hateful fingers.

Through the picture window,

he saw me defiling something

he watched grow.

But who should know better

than a farmer and a father,

that what falls in fertile soil

will hold on tight as roots,

to peep through earth again.

 

Teresa Blackmon is a retired English teacher and librarian. She received her MA in English from North Carolina State University and her MLS from North Carolina Central University. She is a lifetime writer whose bucket list is empty but for publishing a chapbook.