Poem -
Corn tales
Pic= a pillar dedicated to Bona Dea (The Good Goddess aka The Listening Goddes) at Glanum (Gallo-Roman Ruins in France)
Fertile
these wide lands
lay waiting.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Wind and water
made the corn be
by sun and moon.
The corn now pricks up
its ears as if
somehow words are whispered
that tell a tale.
If then those tales have been gathered,
rootstocks remain to be gleaned
by a next generation,
the next harvest
Is one
never done
listening here?
Silently the lands
wait for
watering,
farming
of their fields
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Comments
Wow John earth's fertile beauty resonates out of your words so wonderfully majestically. The power of nature and how we tune into that, reap its goodness and soak in its ambience. That's what I felt as I read this well penned piece šĀ
Beautifully deliveredĀ
GwenĀ
Thank you for this reading - again originally written in Dutch it is about family patterns that are handed down the generations, but I could not get that into the English version. I like your interpretation very much.Ā