A stem of my foxglove hangs like a broken wing.
Species: x mertonensis
Otherwise known as Strawberry Foxglove
She’s a real beauty, her trumpet-like blossoms arouse
a stir, but she’s also hiding something.
We want to touch her, like we do with beauty.
Like we just can’t help ourselves.
She’s dangerous through and through,
Don’t rescue her.
Don’t lift her stem, don’t stake it to a rod of bamboo.
Don’t cut her brokenness, take it into the house
and put her in water or press her flowers in a book.
Like some forms of beauty, she can kill you.