Myrtle

Myrtle stood proudly
Exhibiting her personal collection
Of a variety of sub-speacies
Of the Fuchsia plants
That made up nearly a third
Of the Annual Puget Sound's Fuchsia Guild's
Display and tea tasting Sunday

It had been her passion 30 years ago
The colorful plant whose distinguishing characteristic
Are the blossoms generally fuchsia in color
That tended to look in shape
Like those tiny Christmas Tree lighting faerie bulbs
Not the large gawky kind but the tiny kind
That hung as they did at the end of droopy stems
Not unlike the droop of a willow tree

The Fuchsia plants blossom tended to be like a firework's blossom
Just seconds after high above the crowd
The explosion sends shards of colored light
Off in a sphere shape at nearly uniform distance
Creating a round that lasts for seconds
And then disappears into the memory only

What Myrtle loved best about these plants
Was that the beauty that lasted just seconds in the fireworks
Was captured for days in the plants
Really for as long as they blossom

And on this day Myrtle stood proudly
Exhibiting her personal collection
Of a variety of sub-species
Of the Fuchsia plant
That made up nearly a third
Of the Annual Puget Sound's Fuchsia Guild's
Annual display and tea tasting Sunday


For Sketches
Denis J. Kelly
March 28, 2012