A potted fern rusts in the corner.
Why is it trapped in porcelain?
An alveolus from the lungs of a forest,
a socket for the wind’s teeth.
the fern in the pot sucks and nibbles
at the room’s stale air,
exhaling just enough oxygen
to stir the net curtain.
Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2020
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Day 4 Play it Again in April 2020 – Caution: Tender Buttons, also linked to earthweal open link
On 4th April 2013, Izy set an Out of Standard challenge with excerpts from Gertrude Stein’s collection of poems, Tender Buttons, which is simultaneously considered to be a masterpiece of verbal cubism and a spectacular failure. Stein’s book is divided into three parts: Objects, Food, and Rooms. The challenge was to read the given excerpts and write a short poem about an object, food, or room in the style of Stein.
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the fourth word is ‘fern’. A tricky challenge!