Planting, a poem by Robin McNamara at Spillwords.com
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Planting

Planting

written by: Robin McNamara

@thewindingroad1

 

In the fields
with your furrowed walk
The beanstalks grown
under the Mississippi sun

The sway of them in southern breeze
Planted with weather-worn fingers
and sinewy arms tanned
from the harsh noon

Time’s essential hours
for them planting
sacred like the good Lord’s Prayer
on a Sunday rest

This isn’t no Mark Twain story
but one of hard work and no time for books
by the swollen river with mouths to feed
Sweet scent of lemongrass and black-eyed peas

in the stove and them sweet potatoes
stir the nostrils with appetite
on Sunday, rest before
the dusky night lingering on the veranda
gives way to God’s new dawn
and them go planting again.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

This poem is loosely inspired by Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. About a journey down the Mississippi River.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase. His first full collection, Monochrome Heart is due to be published in 2022.
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