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Butcher's Husk
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Harvest Weavers...
Butcher’s Husk Butcher’s corn husk weavers Emotional cohesions loom Magic visionary casting reprieve Shucked black silks steeping tea Brewer of barley hops ferment Whiskey flask hidden moments Basket of leaves and dried cobs Dust smells like earthy rich dirt Kernels are ground with stone Freshly made cornbread bakes Drizzled sweetness of clover honey Baking seasoned cast iron skillets Ham hocks simmer navy beans Ovens stoked with raw timbers flame Frost kisses the northern wind’s chill Under blankets of white rain falling Meadows harvested now slumber rest Wintry snow covers blue spruce towering Sharp shin hawk hunts for pullet hens The sparrows take cover safely roosting Inside the barns quiet hay loft rafters Stalwart stable women weave butcher’s husk Their magic balms casting emotional reprieves Steeping their corn’s black shucked silk tea Baskets are woven with leaves and dried cobs (Written: December 30^th, 2009 1:19 p/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Embraced ~ Embrassé poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on December 31, 2009

wow a novel beautifully displayed takes one a step back
Happy New Year Vickie cheers to 2010
Christine

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Things that were falling from the poetess cornucopia, words, images, feelings and emotions, and over all...we still hear the wisper of your voice...

Georg

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

WONDERFUL!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Felix Perry

I can so feel the fires of a native winter encampment in the threads of this vividly imaged capture Vic...loved it.
fee

Reviewed by William Bonilla

an excellent wintry menu Victoria

thank for sharing

peace be with you

Happy New Year to you and your family

William

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on December 30, 2009

Pestle and Mortar grinding...does it not weave clitoris beans to achieve staves of quickening, banding together basketry to carry us through sensual harvest...husks generate the cornhusk doll we carry for magic, we make each other, mistress...

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

The flavor and ambiance of this poem is exceptional. The imagery weaves detail throughout to keep the reader's interest. Lovely. Liz