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The Temple Goddess It was for the colour first, saffron petals, quintets of blooming suns to reign cheer; the greenly saucer leaves, their peppery taste and fragrance; the twining petioles below mooring the garden’s scape with vines of such tensile strength. It was for the bounty of sustenance spilling nectar for birds and bees; nutrients enriching earth year after year; the gift of elixirs, wondrous alchemy to make healing potions. And for the solace in this dwelling— the body pitching forward, foraging, aching in blithe labour; the tending hands digging, nails dirt dark seeding the far-shadowed harvest; the girding legs grounded, bowing to the temple goddess. Valentine Here in the blustering cold, inland of the North Atlantic, my valentine gave me you— lush rainforest native your every leaf a heart. Glistening with love in the hot zone embraced by viridescent leaves, Caribbean flower, flamingo ever ready, you purify our wood-burnt air. Our breaths-- an inter-species love exchange, anthurium. Kathleen Granchelli Kathleen Granchelli began her career teaching English at the high school and college levels before transitioning to a career in communications and community relations for a not-for-profit R&D organization. Upon retirement, she reignited her passion for poetry. Her forthcoming collection, For the World, She Says, is largely based on experiences living and traveling overseas. In addition to The Ekphrastic Review, her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Mediterranean Poetry, Seven Bridges, PersimmonTree, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and The Red Letters. She resides in Massachusetts with her husband David Granchelli.
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October 2026
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