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| Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton |
As perspiration trickles downward
and heat waves its heavy hand,
my eyes seek sustenance
from her sculpted form.
I lick salt from thirsty lips,
wonder if she sweats at all.
My eyes drink her in
as she entices beneath the sycamore.
I accept her offer,
lower myself upon her broad chest,
and sigh the sigh
of a man well loved.
Her cool arms promise
she will never lie,
she will never leave
and I rest my head, and believe.
I rouse, raindrops glisten upon us,
farm house chimes tickle the cool breeze.
Refreshed, I leave her slumber,
her demarcation clearly marked.
I belong to her.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, July 8, 2012
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| Photo courtesy of Gemma Wiseman |
This is a triple! Meaning, I have combined three challenges.
Magpie Tales #125 - the top photo prompt
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Challenge featuring Gemma Wiseman
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Word with Laurie - Demarcation - the act of creating a boundary around a place or thing.
Oooo very romantic, hot and sultry. Love in the afternoon. Some people are so lucky :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful personification of the land, and a farmer's love of it. It was grand to hear the words spoken - I am always excited to hear how one of my fellow bloggers sounds. The voice adds such dimension to personality.
ReplyDeleteYes, I am referring to the land, but as poetry goes, it can be interpreted many ways. I suppose it is a happier reading if one sees it as a woman. :)
ReplyDeleteThis recording is fun... but oh, it does take me many takes to get one I can tolerate. Why is It hard to hear ones own voice. :)
Oh, I love this Margaret... the strong metaphor throughout, and such vivid images. I especially like the first 2 stanzas. Thanks so much for taking part in A Word with Laurie.
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite of yours Margaret...nice to hear you read...
ReplyDeletereally liked hearing you read this!!lovely..x
ReplyDeleteromantic... love it!
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
A farmer and his land... so respected, loved, and touched tenderly.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Margaret! I read and re-read your poem. What a great work you've done here. The metaphor has been used intelligently and I loved it.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I came across your blog. I'll keep reading. :)
Sensual beauty! Lovely feeling of connecting souls!
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the love for the land ~
ReplyDeleteI didn't take it sensually when I read broad chest :-)
And how creatively you combined all 3 prompts ~
Enjoyed the read as well ~
I like the way you've made the land so rich and real, and the human just an adjunct who needs and appreciates her--if only it were that way for more of us. I especially like the third stanza, and the alliteration towards the end. Great three-fer, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteInteresting that it was the land you wrote about, Margaret. I read it to be a woman, as I think Bren did. Beautifully worded nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI loved hearing your voice and the connected thoughts, the beauty of your words. I, too thought it was about a woman...gorgeous!
ReplyDeletenice...you spun a pretty cool (and gentle) bit of love out of this one margaret...being owned by her is not a bad thing surely...smiles.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh, I loved hearing your voice reading your poem, Margaret! It's one thing to hear sister Ruth read her poems, because I know her, but to hear YOUR voice, whom I have not met...WOW. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMargaret,
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful imagery and use of metaphor. Of course, the land can be as fickle as a woman for a farmer! At least no one has read your poem as a romance for his horse yet!
Can we shout 'trifecta' ... wow! I love the way your poem made me feel, yes I could feel the Earth, summer heat. Your voice is the best!
ReplyDeleteLove of the land is wonderfully depicted here.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
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Well written, well read...
ReplyDeleteIt calls to mind Steinbeck's East of Eden. Very nicely written.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the title lead me to think think this was not a human lovemaking, but nevertheless the images are so strong I had to double-check. I like the feeling that his love and care for the land is reciprocated.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful Margaret.
ReplyDeleteEven more so in your voice!
Nicely written, and I enjoyed the reading!
ReplyDeleteThis is really cool, the farmer sure believes in her...all the prompts so well captured....great....
ReplyDeleteMargaret!! What a gift...such a treat to hear you read this!!!
ReplyDeleteI love the never lie...never leave segment and the chimes tickling the cool breeze!! Your words are magic!
Very restful, and the chimes from the farmhouse are a lovely image.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful analogy of a farmer's love of the land, so beautifully rendered. Thank you for sharing this, Margaret. =D
ReplyDeleteNot only did you capture "land" but very particularly that piedmont, that sod that gave rise to a democracy, that cradle of the Founding Fathers, where agriculture and the rotation of the seasons and the land gave enough time for care and contemplation. All executed here effortlessly. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHills and valleys of people as well as land, well done. k.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful comments from you all! I am truly grateful... the land and places are one of my favorite things to writ about.
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