“The Garden Wizard”
Stirs my garden elf…
from bud to violets-bold
Bromeliads now bloom
whom in my mother’s day,
they grow mid-air!
Now daisy’s gold
ooze up from dampened earth
grateful for the share!
A wondrous magic , soon
from natures mystic gloom.
I rescued bromeliads from a neighbor who moved and left the poor things behind, blistering in the heat; unloved. All they wanted was a little water which caused them to bloom profusely in appreciation.There is no warning they will bloom. No bud or stem. They suddenly ‘appear’, overnight, from deep in the dark recesses of the plant, like magic!
“What evil lurks in the heart of men …?” – ah, straight back to childhood!
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Ah, the good ol’ days, right? I had to research the names of the radio programs online before I wrote my story, but remember, as a kid, putting my ear close to the fabric that covered the radio speakers. I think it was Mr. Guildersleeve that practiced that crazy, blood-curdling laugh. I gave up trying to spell the sound they made when they wanted it to be a ‘scary’ laugh.
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I think you are commenting on my “Things That Go Bump in the Night”, (my short story, for Speakeasy, right? I did write a poem, much earlier (last year?) entitled “The Garden Wizard”.
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