Poems: Ant Farm & Pot Plants are Political

This week’s Poet’s Corner contribution comes from Megan Cartwright.

Jul 12, 2023, updated Mar 18, 2025
Photo: Jimmy Chan / Pexels
Photo: Jimmy Chan / Pexels

Ant Farm

Cold pheromone trail, the party
severed. Barbed armies raise barricades

of planters, voracious vegetation
halting communications with the colony.

The workers, marching endlessly, go
one by one; their destiny a death spiral.

Pot Plants are Political

They move the plants in on the first day of the school year,
slender potted things: alert, verdant, to brighten
tight corners and secret nooks.

The dewy freshness fades, rapid as post-holiday goodwill.
The pot plants droop, pitifully impotent,
else crane like broken necks for sunlight.

Fallen flowers, severed / heads interrogating policy.
Roots and our own skeleton-fingers seeking
any drop of condensation we might photosynthesise.

We must concentrate our convex gaze to the ground.
No carbon-copy phoenix, or plastic plant life –
a fire-farmed forest, rendered emerald, bright as a bruise.

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Megan Cartwright lives in Canberra, where she teaches English literature and drama. She has been the recipient of a highly commended award from the Independent Writers Group of New South Wales, and her poems have appeared in various overseas and Australian online and print magazines and journals, including ‘Quadrant’.

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