Monday, April 18, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day #18

My poem today was written for a prompt of mine that will be showcased at the lovely poetry community dVerse Poets tomorrow (for which I am honored to be a part of!).

My prompt challenges fellow poets to write a folk poem.

Coincidentally, the prompt over at the official NaPoWriMo sort of fell right into my theme, as it challenged us to write about home.  Or, rather, what home sounds like.  And while I didn't use any old sayings or really any native language in my poem, I felt that it kept to theme quite nicely, even if altered a bit.

Here is the result of my folk poem about the beautiful Kentucky hills that birthed me.  My homage:


The Hills Are My Home

Where I used to live
you could see nothing but
green hills and aqua streams.
Weather-shagged fingers of
Willow Oak and Yellow Wood
spreading bark-clad palms across
a late evening sky turned crimson.
A sailors sky, pink delight
where the moon dared dip
between the clouds, like
a pale-crater cyclops, to watch
night birds and weary cardinals
weave their tired talons homeward.
I felt a kind of loneliness
that employed pen,
heat-thick and thought-spent
between the fading timbers of
a mid-summer surrender.
It was spirit-light and thin-winged,
the muse of my mother hills
that dropped her crumbs into
the stoop-stair where I sat and,
 hungrily, I dined at the
fresh air of her dinner table.

15 comments:

  1. What a wonderful place to find your muse.. I really love spirit-light and thin-winged description of the muse.. what a wonderful place to dine... I think my muse would be heavy-footed, stumbling through the woods. Thank you for your prompting.

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    1. I will soon head to bed.. it would be great if you could head over to the bar and respond to the comments that will come during the day..

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      thanks for checking in!

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  2. Just gorgeous, Stacy. My earliest years were in the Hills, too--only a few homes there and the freedom we had was delicious. This was in the LA area--now you can't even see nature it's so developed. :0(

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  3. I admire the view specially:

    Weather-shagged fingers of
    Willow Oak and Yellow Wood
    spreading bark-clad palms across
    a late evening sky turned crimson.


    Love the muse of mother hills ~
    Also, I approved your comments in D'verse blog which was in moderation ~ Thanks for the prompt ~

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    1. Ty grace. I thought there was a glitch or something. I will be over shortly to respond to everyone's comments.

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    2. If its your first time to comment, the comment is held in moderation till its approval ~ Afterwards, feel free to comment as much as you like ~ See you ~

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  4. A sailors sky, pink delight
    where the moon dared dip
    between the clouds

    Such beautiful lines :D

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  5. some lovely lines in this...you make those hills sound so incredibly beatiful (and I'm sure that they are!)

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  6. Although, raised in the burbs of Toronto, this poem reminds me, of what was lost, to the greater Toronto area (GTA), through development, and destruction of farmland, to build monster homes, on stamp-sized property. Can still remain that most of the GTA was farmland or wetlands, before the housing boom of the 1980s and 1990s explode. And yes, I can hear the Redwing Blackbird singing its mating song, in my mind.

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  7. I love this, so much:
    "pen,
    heat-thick and thought-spent
    between the fading timbers of
    a mid-summer surrender."

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  8. Gayle Walters RoseApril 19, 2016 at 6:27 PM

    How beautiful a tribute to your hills, Stacy. I especially love your last line where you dine hungrily at her dinner table. Really beautiful images in this. And thank you for guest hosting and for a very meaningful prompt.
    Gayle ~

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  9. Gosh, that is a wonderful memory, well worth sharing. It sounds like a great homeland

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  10. So much beautiful imagery here.....and especially in your line of introduction to the poem:
    "the beautiful Kentucky hills that birthed me."
    Memories as breadcrumbs that take us back to places of our youth...Wonderful!

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  11. Such a delight. I want to go out to the woods now

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