The unborn sleep and wake
to their mothers’ heartbeats
with flares of dawns and sunsets.
Expectant with gentle curves,
fields are still blotched with snow,
while limp and drowsy meadows
transform into the smoky green
of seeding grasses and flowers,
patches of shifting light and colours
bound together by an invisible umbilical,
dewy cobwebs and the hum of early bees –
there are no gaps in nature’s family tree.
Kim M. Russell, 22nd February 2021
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Natural Forces
This week, Brendan has shared some of his youth with us, explaining why Florida is the place he needs to be. I love the way he describes his first summer there as being ‘thick with the pulpy sweetness of fresh-squeezed orange juice’. He says that much of his teen years ‘was naturally sourced’. He says that Florida was ‘wild, unkempt, savage, burning’ and the ocean was the ‘sheer heave and suck of Grendel’s mam, delirious and salty and dazzled.’ A vivid picture, especially as it is juxtaposed with pop harmonies on a poolside transistor radio!
Brendan also refers to David Abram’s book The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and Language in a More-Than-Human World, which reminds us that ‘shamans – the ancestors of poets — were not masters of nature but master mediators of humanity’s place in the world at large’ and suggests that. as poets, we pay homage to the natural forces which have shaped us.
With some excellent examples of poems by John Clare, James Wright, Denise Levertov and A.R. Ammons, Brendan challenges us to write about natural forces as protagonist and hero, speaker and subject, beloved and lover.