In the direction of the kitchen window
Overlooking the backyard
Dead African violets sit in pots
Wilted and brown
She waters them, hoping they’ll revive
A pack of wild dogs is charging the house
Frightened she moves past the kitchen
Passing the rumpled newlywed bed
Still warm from last night’s love
Her body in the new gold dress with
Orange polka dots and
Long ruffled sleeves
Hangs from the hallway ceiling
Dead to her old life
She will plant zinnias this summer
Author Bio:
Patricia George has worked as a public school teacher and a tutor. She works as a piano accompanist for the local school choirs. She writes in all her spare time and paints in the summer when school is out. She writes poetry to clear the cobwebs out of the mind and make a straight path to communication. She has a B.A. degree from Fresno State University in California and has postgraduate credits from San Diego State University and Colorado State University. Some of her publishing credits include The Muse, Dark Matter, Anderbo, Thoughtsmith, Red Booth Review, Fortunates, Inner Art Journal,The Scapegoat Review and Penduline Press. Visit her at: patriciageorge.biz