Exiled Wysteria

This week's Poetry Stretch from Miss Rumphius Effect asks us to compose an apostrophe. I decided to write about our very aggressive wysteria that plagued our flower beds in spite of its beauty - I have often referred to it as simply "The Diva" - so it seemed appropriate to have her be the subject of a poem...




Exiled Wysteria

Oh, winsome wysteria -
So beautiful in bloom,
Diva of the garden,
You must have your way.

Those around you
Are weaker, somehow less
And your long tendrils
Choke the life from their limbs.

We exile you
Away from them all.
You fight us along the way,
Gripping tightly to the soil.

In the end, we win.
Your new home alone, along the fence
Awaits your tender blooms
To cover its stark,industrial self.