Poems are dangerous things…

“the unbearable tearing, and I wake—
unable to scream with this lush, exploded tongue.”

                                                                     —Sandra Beasley

Poems are dangerous things. I was reading Sandra Beasley’s poem “Orchis Speaks”  from her collection I Was the Jukebox over coffee the other morning. Next thing you know, I was in Whole Foods picking up bread, fruit—and this mini-orchid. What shall I name her?

Posted on July 7, 2011, in Musings. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Such a pretty one too! I get tempted by orchids every time I go to Trader Joe’s. Might be a bit on the nose, but the name “Fuchsia” came to mind.

  2. Ah…I’d say “Hermione,” though the name has been slightly tainted by Harry Potter. Maybe Althea? Lorelai? Miranda?

    Keep us posted!


  3. How about Sandra Beasley?!

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