I did not quite understand what was happening – things seemed to be unfolding on a different PLANE. Was I dreaming? Surely this sort of ridiculous DRAMA was not real. It all began when my rainbow CHARD won an AWARD at the county fair. Somehow the fair BOARD had received a weird threats about my, um, ‘gay’ plant. Who would ever have imagined that my lowly garden vegetable would require a GUARD in public!?

Georg’ann

I was invited to explore
while she prepared lunch.
Her HOUSE is a gallery
even the windows frame
an intriguing landscape.
Copper colored triptych
contains another set of threes
a single QUILL, it’s tip wrapped
with a tiny band of crimson
sits on a small bookshelf altar
next to a tiny pinkish buff hued maple leaf and a 2 inch grey feather.
Eva would love the poppies.
It’s CURVY mat and silver frame
hint at creation in the late 1980’s.
I touch canvases, the paint textures vary
smooth pastels fill in their canvas squares
where vibrant jewel tones leap,
bringing the texture with them.
To the scent of garlic and wine
the GUARD leaves his post
there is no need for protection
here I am safe.

Heather