Poem: "Weed by Weed"

[ysabetwordsmith]

Here is today's freebie, prompted by ellenmillion and jenny_evergreen who wanted to see the garden behind Monster House. Silverbell is my conceptualization of a fey version of bindweed, inspired by a nursery rhyme line ("with silver bells and cockle shells"). Both moly and raskovnik are mythical plants.

Weed by Weed

I sat on the back porch watching my daughter
help the bogeyman to weed the garden.

The gremlins had tracked in silverbell seeds again,
fine and dark as pepper grains,
and now the wiry stems twined around the tomatoes
and the pole beans,
tinkling with every breeze.

There was moly in the garden, too,
dangerous for mortal hands to remove,
so the bogeyman carefully touched it to shrivel the plants,
leaving just one white flower that had sprouted in a pot
in case anyone needed protection from magic.

Presently the bogeyman handed my daughter a basket,
and together they pretended to pick flowers,
meticulously bending and plucking
and depositing nothing but air.

I strolled over to the garden.
"All right, what are you two picking?"
I asked.

"We're picking raskovnik,"
my daughter said. 
"It opens locks."

"So that's how the bogeyman gets around,"
I said with a chuckle.
I peered into the empty basket.
"Doesn't look like you've got much, though."

My daughter giggled.
"It's invisible, silly!"

"Then how do you find it?"
I asked.

"Oh, he  can see it," she said,
nodding at the bogeyman.
"I have to do it differently."
Then she brushed her fingers
over what looked like a row of clover,
pinching at the air again.
"If I feel a plant under my fingers,
but when I look for it nothing's there,
then I know it's raskovnik."

Her necklace swayed gently as she worked,
its violet gaze overlooking the small garden,
her own sightless eyes closed as she enjoyed the sun.

"Shoo," the bogeyman said.  "Shoo!"
His foot nudged at something I couldn't see.

"Oh dear," my daughter said,
"the gremlin's in the garlic chives again."

I recalled the pizza-belch reek
that had been dogging her presence for days.
"So that explains the smell," I muttered.

Comments

[janetmiles.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

[kelkyag]

Cute! I wonder how much of this the neighbors could see, or if this looks to them like make-believe in the garden.

Interesting that the eye of fate also can't see the raskovnik, and that the daughter speaks casually of looking at things now.

[jenny_evergreen]

Perfect! Thank you!

[fayanora.livejournal.com]

Invisible flowers and weeds fatal to mortals. Cool! :-D

[bkwrrm-tx.livejournal.com]

I want to live in this world. :-)

[eseme]

That's great! I love all the exotic plants, and the addition of the gremlin.

I enjoy the rhythm of these poems.

[aldersprig.livejournal.com]

The title had me singing "inch by inch, row by row" in my head as I read; was that a-purpose?
http://www.arlo.net/resources/lyrics/garden-song.shtml

[the-vulture.livejournal.com]

Hee!

[filkferengi]

Fun poem! You just know they're swapping visits with Morwen from Wrede's _Enchanted Forest Chronicles_.

Very Good!

[rhodielady-47.livejournal.com]

This poem comes at the perfect time since I'll be out in the yard weeding and planting soon!
I keep wondering how the daughter and the bogeyman would manage faced with crabgrass?
(My garden is nicknamed the Growlery.)
:)