Most curious crop,
May I question what you do
When you’ve bloomed—when you

Arch your back and spew?
Do you heal us with milk or
Do we lick your wound?

Darling enigma,
Even our creator asks
What to make of you.

His debate is waged
With the endless choice of your
Definitions two:

Inspiration: For
You help with what’s inside though
You are hideous

You offer nest to
Spiders, yet never yourself
Are insidious.

Irony: Curing
Rashes and sore throats while you
Look like a blister.

Dressed a flower, but
Named “touch-me-not,” mocking like
A little sister.

Your first name: Jewel
Juxtaposed with surname: Weed
Constant reminder:

Through all the rubble,
The onus of your judgment
Lies with the finder.

You are a leper
Healing leprosy; Broken
Image who amends.

You accept your faults,
But you realize other
Ways you can turn heads.


Climbing Nightshade

Climbing Nightshade

A mischievous child
Ran wild through the thickets.
It was past his bedtime when
He stumbled upon you.

But you knew this, didn’t you?
Beautiful matron of silence
Adorned in your amethyst gown.
Emanating the comforts of

A single-starred night’s sky.

You saw the fuss he made
Pulling the earth from his fresh scab
So you caught him in your eternal gaze
And a hush fell over him.

His hands reached out
To the light cotton behind your ears
And rubbed it between his fingers
As a lullaby entered his restless mind.

You let down your lapel
Revealed your golden nipple
Climbing your shade
His lips pursed to accept your sustenance.

And as he nodded, a final look was cast
Never crying, no longer given the cause
All his fear and pain had come to pass
This sweet dreamer rests without pause

Guardian of sleep, keep him cradled in the night
You gently stole the day from his eyes,
Painted the skies with their curious light
Now his mother is the only one who cries

White Baneberry

White Baneberry

Upon your lonesome shelf you sit
Buttercup collector of dust,
Your caustic taste resting
Bitter upon the lips of
Any fool who’s had the
Misfortune of sharing a kiss.

You dole out the punishment
Because you feel you deserve it
Do unto others
As you would have them
Do your best
To do your worst
And be the same monster
Poisoning your memory.

Do you sleep
With your doll’s eyes
Always open, always knowing
For all that you try and
For all of your vigilance
Even a thousand glued-on eyes
Can never relive your shattered past—
Can never un-see?