The wind will keep them gossiping for hours. Just under, under the mud, their sensual toes curl for the touch of water. Before a snowfall one can follow their tracks, down and back. They disappear in their tattered capes, belted with buckles of gold. They are the pampered ones - often spoiled brats. On hot days they wear spinelike feathers pinned to bonnets of blue. Sometimes snobbish and high-strung, they are unpredictable, these tall girls.
Being an Indiana boy, transplanted to Virginia, this touched a deep chord inside of me. Sorry for the plagiarism, Michelle, I felt the same. Nice, Americana imagery.
I have had this re-acurring dream
where I am lured out of my window by a mysterious man
(handsome I am sure) his shadow anyway,
and we embrace in the darkness surrounded by cornstalks that block the majority of the sunlite....
not really but for some reason this is what I thought as I read this
thank you for sharing I did enjoy your poem
and the thoughts that lingered from *BigSmiles
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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where I am lured out of my window by a mysterious man
(handsome I am sure) his shadow anyway,
and we embrace in the darkness surrounded by cornstalks that block the majority of the sunlite....
not really but for some reason this is what I thought as I read this
thank you for sharing I did enjoy your poem
and the thoughts that lingered from *BigSmiles
growing up in ohio as i did, this brought back the sights, sounds and smells of cornfields. and i shucked plenty of ears :)
love this descriptive delight--thank you
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)