The Gardener Next Door, by John Grey

The man digging

in his back-yard

inspires your story.

 

To your creative tongue,

starting a garden

becomes burying his wife.

 

As your tale goes,

months after the last load

of dirt covers her face,

melons grow to the size

and shape of her head,

ripe red tomatoes bloom

the color of her blood,

potatoes stare up

out of the soil

with her unforgiving eyes.

 

No good 

killing and burying someone,

in these parts, 

you figure.

You never know

what you’ll harvest.

equipment-2047314_640

Image by Goumbik from Pixabay


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Front Range Review, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Poem and Midwest Quarterly.

Posted on October 26, 2019, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: