Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (Flor de Mai)
You were languishing in your supermarket prison,
surrounded by your companions wearing Mexican hats.
Googly eyes pierced their flesh with thick black moustaches,
drooping and glued underneath.
I rescued you and your fellow inmates from your humiliation.
Today, you sit proudly on the studio desk lit by the sunshine.
Your fleshy leaf-like pads have stretched out into the room with ...
Sunday 25th August 2019 8:04 pm