Propagating Pitcher Plants

by Melinda Thomsen

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
—Theodore Roethke

One pitcher grows out of a leaf’s end
Edged with a lip around the jug’s rim,
A mouth hanging in mid-sentence.

This plant of mouths grows fat, as leaves
Bend into tangled tresses of mute jugs.
From roots below its sphagnum moss,

I extract babies off the mother vine,
When placed in water, hair like roots grow
From their wounds. Taking cuttings is one way

To multiply. When I’m torn open, my core
Adjusts, like these plants, with the help
Of scars. As I pry another plant off its mother,

I see a petiole from one leaf threading
Itself around a neighboring pitcher,
So tightly I must snip it off. They get

Thinned, too. After soaking these
Babies, I place them on the sill
In the sun near their kin, and forget them.

I don’t watch their pitchers open or close,
Or flies or ants inch into their maws—a touch
Of blood is all our mouths crave.


Melinda Thomsen full length poetry collection Armature was published in September 2021 by Hermit Feathers Press and the Lena Shull Poetry Contest Honorable Mention Award winner from the North Carolina Poetry Society. Finishing Line Press published her two chapbooks Naming Rights in June 2008 and Field Rations in December 2011. Her poetry and book reviews have appeared in journals such as Poetry East, Big City Lit, New York Quarterly, Tar River Poetry, Rattle and North Carolina Literary Review.  Other honors include a 2019 Puscart Nomination from The Comstock Review, First place in the Robert Golden Poetry Contest, and Semi-Finalist in the 2004 “Discovery” / The Nation Poetry Contest. She has an MA from the City College, NY and MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts.