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Geranium Monster! (Exclusive Photo)
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I was happy with my purchase, at first. Innocuous
in Its bloomlessness, yet still impressive in size.
It had been for sale at the High School greenhouse,
grown by students needing credits in Science.

I should have known something was wrong,
in the middle of the hanging basket, a huge carrot
was growing! I thought that strange, but it looked cool,
I had to have It, I paid my twenty bucks.

I hung It right outside the back screen door,
could see It from my computer chair, loving Its
extravagant growth so early in spring’s coolness,
It stretched and reached with strange vigorousness.

It had been a couple weeks and a stalk was blooming,
a bright orange-red, Its cluster was a thing of beauty,
I didn’t notice anything peculiar, kept watering It
and admiring Its profiled flower head, little did I know.

A new stalk bloomed, this one pointed through the screen,
towards my chair, I was startled when I looked to see two eyes,
red-furled and peering at me, I went to check and, by god,
below the eyes was a green fuzzy-toothed mouth!

I studied the eyes, incredulously; they studied me,
and I swear I saw that mouth slightly smile…
I took some pictures later, laughing at my mind,
how silly to think I saw mouthed eyes in a plant!

I wasn’t too sure over the next couple of days,
the eyes unfurled in increments, widening,
I couldn’t see down deep, found yard work to complete
away from Its life-lush hanging, there was much to do.

The other night, as I glanced up from my chair,
I saw the eyes move - talking to each other.
The click of the digital camera made me curse,
the beep and two-second delay gave away my plan.

As their still forms glared at me, I shut the door
and went to bed, somewhat fitfully. Yesterday noon,
I noticed a change, two petals had recurled,
It had created hands! Or so I thought.

Thumbs up, they looked like mutant mittens,
with ember-fire eyes at their cores, I nearly flipped,
got wishing my computer chair was anywhere else,
the constant perceiving was unraveling my nerves.

Weather’s been windy, here, with lots of rain,
It stretched Its stems closer to the entrance
of my home; I happened to hit It with the door
on my way out back. It didn’t like that. I didn’t care.

I grabbed a ladder and some red raffetta string
and bound that arm, I mean, stem, tightly
to the neighboring lattice, without knowing
my shoulder had half snapped off a hand-eye.

I stood, aghast, stunned with shivering anxiety,
went and cut a twist-tie in half to clamp the eye to its mate,
turned my back and went inside, studiously blind;
peripherally, at my computer, I was aware of Its rage.

More steady rain and an afternoon later, I checked on It,
It wasn’t good, the torn eye and the rain
had collapsed the good eye, I felt oddly dulled;
I reached up my hand and slipped their forms free…

I took the eye-hands into the house, put them in water, and,
feeling guilty, I turned to look out the darkening door.
Below the void, and to the right, because I had tied It down,
the first matured, parental cluster was now aimed at me,

with nine flaming flower-faces staring through the screen,
and They looked mad.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Photo by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
4/4/04 © Copyright    

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 5/17/2004
Oops! I thought it was a
Monster Geranium. ;-)
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik 4/7/2004
Jaysus, Erin, this is a bloody grand story... I didn't even hear the phone ring! I believe everything I read, (em.. yep, one of THOSE eejits) and I'm sitting here wondering if you should be in the house alone! (grin) I got so excited reading this.. my god, but you build suspense, with expressions of brilliance that even the 'village shannachie" from aul Ireland would be gripped by... I'm keeping this one (hermetically sealed, if possible) so I can read it again when I'm in my "right mind"... which occurs every fortnight, or so (If I haven't eaten anything green). sigh... Nevermind.. I'm just trying to give you a slice of what I got reading this fabulous stuff! (em.. whatever happened to the carrot?).. hehe. Oh, fine! now I'm hopping up and down, anxious to stop typing and read again. Everybody talks, some write it down, and then there's YOU... words are so at home inside your head and on your pages. Marvelous.. simply Marvelous! I have to be going now...I'm hogging the whole page.. I couldn't help it.. byeeeeeee... Oh, wait: I LOVE THIS ONE! love, katy xox.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader) 4/7/2004
OH ERIN....this is a wonderful story...
I just adore how you ended it...LOL...
really great writing from you.....so you
got two for the price of one....the picture
is fantastic....floria
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 4/7/2004
two wonderful pictures
the one for the eyes and the one for the mind
wonderful!!!
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 4/6/2004
A plant of a write Erin, l&p. G
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 4/5/2004
(((erin)))

you're right, it is a monster--but what a beauty! :) the plant, the plant, not your poem--i absolutely enjoyed that :)

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :) LOL
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 4/5/2004
A delightful and eloquently written poem!
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 4/5/2004
There is nothing more terrifying in nature than a Geranium Monster - with severed arms. Be afraid - Be very afraid!
Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster 4/5/2004
An excellent write. Enjoyed this. I am afraid Geraniums although they look lovely...there scent is enough to repel me. LOL.



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