from Psalm 50
every animal of the forest is mine
the cattle on a thousand hills
I know every bird in the mountains
insects in the fields are mine
Jesus looked beyond men
landscape freckled with many animals
sheep and cattle
dVerse prompt for quadrille with the word freckle
It was the end of summer. The family had spent a few weeks in Iowa where my mother was now in hospice because of cancer. Both grandchildren spent time at her bedside and played with cousins, saw aunts and uncles and enjoyed the rare occasion of the whole family being together.
My younger sister would be the nurse. She had the training. I was worthless and returned home so the children could start school. In a few days I got the call. I booked a ticket to leave the next day. The children wanted to know why I was going again, since I had just been there.
When your mother dies, you go there.
« Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep. ». Laurie Lee
in the dark no words
moths and beetles take to air
I sleep night’s fragrance
dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee’s prose to poetry. Thanks for some great prose to work with. #4
« I had never been so close to grass before. It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edge, dark and wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt through the air like monkies.» Laurie Lee
thick the grass will grow
wicked green as a forest
where grasshoppers leap
dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee prose to poetry #3
« That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again. » Laurie Lee
drink apple cider
fermented like days of old
brings fire to cheeks
dVerse prompt to make Laurie Lee prose into poem. #2
« White elder blossom and dog roses hug in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference. High sulky summer sucked me towards it. » Laurie Lee
dogwood blossoms near
line road to imperfection
I walk in that heat
dVerse prompt to take prose writing of Laurie Lee and make it a poem.
Four choices and I want to do all four in haiku.
Golden pea pods are on the vine, easy to see against the green. Patches of spinach, arugula, kale, chard and beet greens. Let’s go make a salad. Add scallions, fresh herbs- parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Now I am in a song.
Be patient tending tomato, cucumber and pepper plants. Someday they too will join in the salad.
wake from day to day
pray for more sun and some rain
we eat from the bowl