The flowers that bloom at this time of year have to be tough. The calendar says April, which brings to mind the sunshine and warmth of spring. The reality, however, is much different. This week alone has brought snow, sleet, rain, gusting winds, and sub-zero temperatures. Through it all, the Hellebores bloom.
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Hellebores in bloom |
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Hellebore backlit by sunshine |
These negative associations brought up some negative associations of my own. My childhood and early adult years were difficult. One individual was responsible, and I cut that person out of my life as much as realistically possible a long time ago. Life, as a result, is so much better. It's harder to cut out the memories and the lingering emotions, though. They spring up whenever they feel like it. This week, while admiring the Hellebores, I was reminded that the individual who made my life hell once uprooted a holly shrub I had planted and broke every branch with glee. The holly was beyond saving and I was devastated. It was another hurt in a long list of hurts. I tried to capture that tough time in my life in a poem.
I Planted Winter Roses
I shrank away
from your choleric temperament
from your choleric temperament
when the yellow bile rose
and the irrational anger seared
I recoiled from unkind words
spewed with spittle
flinched at the knife cutting
through supper with spite
suffocated in the river of resentment
flowing from the icy headwaters
of your black heart
My flesh stinging
my ears ringing
at the fury of your fist
meeting the steady pulse
of my temple
pounding loose delusions
that the cruelty would end
I withdrew
I hid behind a locked door
I let my wounds weep
The melancholy swelled
and when my soul
could take no more
I stepped outside
Ignoring you
I planted winter roses
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Hellebores are also known as winter roses |
Happy Gardening!
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