Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Saturday’s prompt was to write pasturel poetry (Fiction/no fiction) which is essentially poetry written about nature in an idyllic way.
The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized.
Through fields of wildflower I follow her steps,
Her milk white skin, soft, supple; she knows best,
How tiny goat kids, and dog’s pups will thrive.
They bleet, whimper, for her hands petting coats,
Feeding them drops of milk reviving life’s hope.
So they wil live glorious in pastures kind;
Become adults frolic, following my queen.
The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized.
The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized,
She gathers the chickens eggs to feed,
Those who grace her kitchen with smiles pleased.
Finds the dairy cows, milks them all beguiling.
She’s a feminist, believes we never stop learning.
She chose to farm, grows organic food, serves —
Customers desiring; at market they find hers first;
My love works hard, adores our life, she’s pleased.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to ” take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.” The A to Z Challenge letter is O for GoodRead’s quotes and I’m combing these prompts with Roger Shipp’s FFftPP.
“These bits of paper are covered with lies. They poison your minds. And so long as they exist, you cannot hope to see the world as it truly is.(…)You turn to them for answers and salvation. (…) You rely more upon them than upon yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words. Drops of ink. Do you ever stop to think of who put them there? Or why? No. You simply accept their words without question. And what if those words speak falsely, as they often do? This is dangerous.”
― Oliver Bowden, Assassin’s Creed: The Secret Crusade
I didn’tunderstand it, we’d been dating a year and Raph never touched me in public. He didn’t mind when I rubbed his back in the mall or if I made the effort to lace my fingers through his. When I first pecked him on the cheek in public he blushed bright red.
I asked him one day why he didn’t touch me in public. In private he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He didn’t mind cuddling at home and he often tangled his hand in my hair or massaged the back of my neck while we watched TV. I adored these touches but didn’t understand why he was afraid to initiate small bits of PDA.
I explained to Raph how it was important to me because it made me feel like I was his, that he loved me, and didn’t care what anyone else thought of us. He was angry at first and confused, but the next day as we grocery shopped he linked his pinky through mine while we waited to pay.
Two days later he casually put his arm around my shoulders at his friend’s house. I snuggled into him kissing him when his buddy went to grab more beer. I linked my pinky with his and smiling, Raph returned the kiss as his friend walked into the living room. I was thrilled Raph understood how much these small touches meant to me.
Your truth is when you memorize me,
Satisfied smile, softly content.
We’ve conquered stars;
As light is the only source,
Differing our eyes; a genetic defect passed,
Transforming brown, to blue and green;
The Northern Lights,
Enfolding us in time, our space.
Credit: I thought about a lot of John Donne poetry writing this: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning and The Good Morrow mostly. Also, if you haven’t read about why some people have blue or green eyes, when originally, humans only had brown eyes, check-out: Wikipedia – Eye Colour. Turns out blue or green eyes is not a pigment, it has to do with structural colour and the scattering of light in certain conditions.
In the distance, I can see her smiling on the beach on the pathway across the water to the Chateaux Blanc. Jolene’s beauty can only be found in a classic movie or a photograph. Men bother my niece, persistently, because she is gorgeous.
“You’re the most stunning woman, Jolene.” I told her.”Don’t you want a man to love and care for you? Don’t you want to grow old with someone and give Kasia a Dad?”
” I don’t need love Auntie; I had love. I had Scott and he married Katrina. He mailed me a picture yesterday of their second child, a sweet baby boy. I’m merely a friend to Scott now.”
” How can you stand to see Scott and Katrina together, when I know you’ve never stopped loving him?’ I ask Jolene.
“Because I have Kasia. Because I always have a piece of Scott in her.” Jolene showed me the latest picture of Kasia on her IPhone.
“Does Scott have any idea about Kasia, Jolene?” Jolene shakes her head at me.
“No Auntie. Scott is with Katrina. When he didn’t choose me, he didn’t choose Kasia either. He knew I was pregnant before we broke up and he gave me money to ‘take care’ of the baby as if she were some problem. Scott assumes I had Kasia aborted, we don’t talk about it. He’s never met Kasia so there is no way he could connect the dots.”
“So you’ll never tell him he has a daughter?” I ask Jolene sadly.
” No Auntie. I have a life with Kasia and perhaps, one day I’ll tell her about Scott but not now. He’ll never break my heart again and he won’t break my daughter’s heart by rejecting her. No man will hurt us.”
Thanks to TJ Paris for the prompt picture and Priceless Joy for hosting.