Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Snow Plant

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"It's rare", my friend explains, tuberous red,
brilliant against brown duff,
pushing up
under the green pines.

I dream it's crammed in a glass vase
on the kitchen table.
Scarlet on crisp white cloth,
like a blood drop on a snowbank.

In the living room his pregnant wife
leans back in a chair,
takes on that bulbous form again.
Expectant, blue veined skin stretched taut,

domestic and strange as flame.

Leah Korican is a poet and visual artist. She has published chapbooks of poetry and art, and her work has appeared in literary magazines including, West Wind Review and the poetry anthology, Her Words. She is the mother of two.

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