Come in from the garden

through the back door

a few steps up

there is grandmother’s kitchen

big room with a huge farmhouse

table and there she

kneads dough

her loose white skin

moving with each punch

Some loaves are already in the oven

the yeasty smell fills the house

baked in the old gas oven

until grandmother knows

exactly when to take it out

slices and serves with strawberry jam

to waiting grandchildren


Clementine Hunter

a character sketch


Forged in the art world

Is yours real?

Ahead of her time

Painted on anything

If you see one

What a find


Black grandmother Moses

Painting her scenes

of going to church

Baptism funeral and flowers

Plantation livin’

Her cotton pickin’ memories


Cotton Crucifixion

Bold statement for her time

A crucified black Lord Jesus

Hangin’ high

Between two cotton bales

That hold crosses of the thieves


Clementine saw the black Lord Jesus

The same one that rescued me

It was not another Jesus

bleedin’ on that tree

It was her Jesus

The one that she could see


Clementine Hunter was a Louisiana artist.  She picked cotton in her younger years and later in life picked paints and brush and said she could “mark” a picture if she would “sot her mind to it”.

Clementine Hunter