BACK TO THE FUSCIA!

Bedraggled, wilting, dying

There were loads of them, in their little lot

But at £2.50 I couldn’t buy the lot!

It preyed on my mind

How could people be so unkind?

So at the end of my shopping run

I went back to the Fuscia!

I swear they were screaming – take me, no, me, no me!

But I picked out the one that seemed less damaged by the sun.

The chosen one

Put gently on the floor of my car...

Now separated from the others...!

Friends, sisters, brothers?

I dug a hole, put my best soil in

Carefully avoiding the buds, tucked it in

Precious water gently added

I fought off the night slugs cruelly

In the morning I went back to the Fuscia

Thanking me with its glorious buds!

Adrian Whicher, July 8th 2024