Aechmea Bromeliad
(or The Long Stemmed Flowering Plant in Grandmother's Greenhouse)
it used to be that every time the
wind carried me your way
she raised from her center
a bloom the colour of blushing cheeks.
but now that frost is settling in, limply
she lays at her terracotta base.
she breathed life into you
breathed a life they did forsake.
and all of this, when you fell, she ate
photosynthesizing dreams in your wake
about a life they did forsake
about a love
laying limp
terracotta base.
christina julianna
february 14th, 2010