Where Plants Reside

by Elinora Westfall

I trespass, not wantonly, not lonely,

but vigorously

through heart-lines, word-lines

torn heart-shaped pages, set aside by time

I think,

I think,

how I might be, while the flowers lean

closer than they might, to me now

then.

Lean and smother, thick with wild violets and hung with the wildest honeysuckle

I would grow roots, then,

roots of daisies, crocus, buttercup, dandelion

and bloom in spring

I, who leaves the inexpressible to the page but becomes no nearer

to expressing

 

But that is how it should be

and one day, when the plants reside, root down in the place where my heart once was

The daisies will turn their faces to the sun, the grass will blow in next weeks wind

and my heart will always be the rose that will forever bloom

 

Just for you.

Elinora Westfall is an Australian/British lesbian writer of stage, screen, radio, fiction and poetry. My work has been previously selected by Cannes Film Festival, Raindance Film Festival and has been published in Acumen, Rattle, Litro, The Sheepshead Review, Every Day Fiction, Yahoo News and The Mighty to name but a few.