Nosferatu's Garden If Nosferatu were a gardener he would raise beets and beets alone, fang-rooted Romanian blood bulbs, vampire of vegetables. Sucking redness from radish veins leaving its innards colorless. Rutabagas, potatoes, parsnips are no match for its red-robbing wiles. Only the longer rooted carrot has managed through the centuries to cleave to a bit of orangeness. There is an eastern European wives tale claiming that before the beet bit you could get blood from a turnip. Bubbling in a borscht bowl, the beet could sustain our fabled count through those long cold damselless nights. Nosferatu's Garden by Ed Weirstein Milwaukee, Wisconsin wersted@juno.com This poem was first published in the anthology, Vampyr Verse, 2009, by Popcorn Press, Elkhorn, WI Used here with the author’s permission.
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