Fruit in Vaseline Glass
Margaret L. Been
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On the eve of my grandmother’s burial,
I remember a story she told me
about her father’s funeral
in a wild part of Cuba, long ago.
When the family returned to the farm,
the scent of incense from church still fresh on their brows,
they found all the cows tied to trees,
cattle rustlers on the run,
alarmed by the return of the mourners.
Now I picture my grandmother’s spirit gliding
through coffin, soil and sea,
back to the farm
of sugarcane and stargrass.
All the cows are still waiting,
while green-fringed palms
sway and soar, everything winged.
“Mourning Dove” was also published in Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in Need (2007, Elin Grace Publishing; with Time of Singing).
and new beginnings
a yellow bird
lights on the branches
with a few gold leaves
The patter of peas being shelled
into the dishpan
the smell of dust
the smell of rain
Heat wave breaks
Snipping yellow roses
in the soft rain
Goldenrod now . . .
and a monarch poised
on bright asters
Cooling into twilight –
cricket after cricket
star after star
Haiku for a Place of Moons
Please see Carol’s Guest Post on March 27, 2010 for her biography and more information about Family Farm (Winfred Press, 1999).
Photo by Karl Olinger
Update, February 23, 2014: Here is the link to Carol’s poetry page at her family website. http://woodslawnfarm.blogspot.com/p/poetry.html.
You’ll find more poems by Carol, and information about all of her good books.
This link goes to the Winfred Press site. http://larrykimmel.tripod.com.
I was happy to see Bell’s Letters Poet, Issue 133, in yesterday’s mail. In addition to poems, it includes many other features, for example, the BL Network, Addresses, Ratings (if you wish to vote for favorite poems), and Awards.
Jim Bell, the Editor, reprinted a poem of mine; and as we sense Autumn around the corner, this might be a little poem to share with someone who is learning a new life chapter following loss, perhaps during the holidays. This was written for my mother, during the first year of grief, in 2004. All is well and my heart is full.
left on the lilac
Mr. Bell added: Ed. Note: She said it all!
Poem was published first in Hermitage; Ion Codrescu, Editor.