A sonnet for plotting amateurs

Deep Pink, the package claimed and photographed
our dream of gladiola sprays. We mapped
three dozen bulbs around our pastel plots
as complements, we thought, to bright-eyed phlox,
petunias, asters, salvia and mums
and contrasts to the brooding firs we’d come
to love. But amateurs miss facts: That bees
are un-enamored of this color scheme
and weak-kneed hummingbirds whir by
thumbing wings at pinks and blues and whites.  
We’d only half a natural world until
some mischief rescued our design. It filled
our yard with orange glads in mid-July,
then shrugged with birds and bees, So labels lie.


Carolyn Martin


We liked Carolyn's work when she submitted and asked if we could take all three poems. We're very pleased to share them with you here, and to do our part in lessening the UK/US poetry divide. 

Carolyn Martin is blissfully retired in Clackamas, OR, where she gardens, writes and plays with creative colleagues. Currently, she is president of the board of VoiceCatcher, a nonprofit that connects women writers and artists in greater Portland, OR/Vancouver, WA. (www.voicecatcher.org). Her work has appeared in publications such as Stirring, 5/Quarterly, Becoming: What Makes a Woman, Persimmon Tree, and the Naugatuck River Review.