Ceramic Flower Mofo Green 11

Ceramic Flower Mofo Green 11I spotted it at one of those impossibly curated boutiques in the West Village, the kind where everything costs three times what it should and the salespeople dress like elegant European architects. The ceramic flower hung there on the wall like some mutant offspring of an artichoke and a peony, its glazed green petals layered with the precise messiness of nature imitating itself. "It's a wall art," the salesperson offered unnecessarily, as if I might

Her eyes gleamed with the fervor of a prophet who'd discovered enlightenment in a pottery kiln

I imagine it's silently approving of how we've managed to make what to hang in a kitchen seem like a philosophical decision rather than an attempt to cover mysterious marks left by previous tenants

like a whispered secret rather than a shouted declaration

my bare walls seemed less like a canvas and more like a barren wasteland crying out for the touch of these porcelain pretenders

it's like a high-end plant hotel

Each petal was a delicate work of art

It was the kind of pink that screamed

I caught her one morning

The flower is a fleur de lis mum

When it comes to wall art decor

This November birth flower

practically composing sonnets to an ivory chrysanthemum that's about as real as my childhood claims of being a long-lost royal heir