The roses are choking the oats in the field,
To dahlias the rain-riven okra must yield;
Begonias have swollen and stunted the wheat,
These soft-scented petals hold nothing of meat.
The peaches have blossomed but set no new fruit,
In westerly furrows impatiens take root;
The hounds in their kennel lay mewling or dead –
On puffy chrysanthemum florets they fed.
The carrots, the turnips, once neat in their row,
Now twisted and withered where snapdragons grow;
The daisies, the tulips, alive and alight
Are scourges more stinging than mildew or blight.
I’m taking another look at this concept of vertically/horizontally aligning poems, this was a little mockup I did in about five minutes. I’m undecided on how punctuation factors into the mirror – it’s fine to use along the ‘fold’ of words that only appear once, but can look a bit odd otherwise. These are also significantly easier to do with less than 6 cells per row/column.
The only Hell
The only Hell is
The only Hell is forgetting
The only Hell is forgetting you.
Only Hell is forgetting you
Hell is forgetting you.