An Ode to Poison Ivy

An Ode to Poison Ivy

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Potent poison plant
Oils that attack
Make a swift motion to grab your bottle of lotion
Poison Ivy climbs my porch trellis like a silent spider, scurrying and hurrying
My itchy albatross,
Scratch, scratch, scratch
Poison Ivy will be the death of me
When will the itching end, all caused by this plant to which I must attend?

 

** Been missing y’all 🙂 Hope everyone’s soon-to-be summer is going to be a good one! **

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The young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. ------ William Faulkner, Nobel Prize Speech, Stockholm, 1950
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2 Responses to An Ode to Poison Ivy

  1. Roger says:

    We don’t have that over here, thank goodness. We do, however, have an overabundance of bureaucratic meddlers prying into our lives. I almost prefer the ivy.

  2. Hope Denney says:

    Hey Melinda! I just found you on you. I’m a Southern writer who likes meeting other Southern writers. I love GWTW, Food and Wine magazine, a great pair of boots, and Southern Gothic fiction. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m going to look you up on Goodreads.

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