Another linked poem, this time published in on-line journal Umbel & Panicle.  I had to look both those words up, and they deal with the way flowers are arranged on plants.

The journal concerns itself with poetry on botanic themes, which change with every issue.  The theme that attracted me was ‘Nightshade’.  My speculative poem is concerned with werewolves and goji berries, and has a very naughty last line.  Hope you enjoy it! 

Take the time to read some of the other poetry too; I’m really pleased to see my humorous poem amongst some pieces of a totally different tone.  A very beautiful journal to look at too. I was tossing up whether to go with a botanical or wolfy picture, and the lupine won out.

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The backcomber

Her hair is coiffured once a month.
Though she goes to bed unkempt,
glamour descends like a dream.
A scissored were-poodle inflicts revenge
for ridiculous, hedgy trims,
those uncouth bubbles of fur he wore,
imposed without his will.
She awakes to a memory of spray
and a beehive, tall as any tower.
Next month’s moon may well mean quiff.
Next month’s moon may just mean mullet.

PS Cottier

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If I didn’t think that my next dog must be a rescue dog, I’d be buying a poodle. One of the large ones. But I don’t think I’d clip it into weird shapes like a hedge. One of the more intelligent dogs has to put up with a lot; do they envy the border collie?

One another note, I have a kind of short story, of a vaguely horrible sort, published at AntipodeanSF, called The Blood Parrot. Enjoy!