Sizzling saffrons in the window box
brimstone bright, they grow powdery and parched
broadcast loud and shrill a thirst for liquor
orangeade and decadent mists
atomised in drops of clear cut glass
the overblown hang limp and moist
southern ladies in silken lounge ware
draping their charms at the last chance saloon
where even the shapeliest go to seed
rotund as ripe pumpkins
After a summer cloud burst
drenched and quenched they loiter
in the palest of dull, desaturated days
nouveau art of nasturtium adrift in extremis
between overflow and dessication of the dissolute
© Laura Granby 2016
For Tuesday Poetics: Drought or Deluge
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