By a river’s boulder-strewn gravelly bed,
haiku unfurl in a meadow flecked
with dandelions and cowslips. A sonnet
finds a foothold on a face of rock
and in fine fissures ballads grow.
We smell them in clods of earth
that tumble crumbly from the plough;
hear them in the songs of birds,
trickle of streams and ocean’s roar;
taste them in a blackberry’s words.
On the beach, we trace them in sand,
among pebbles and shells in our hands,
spilling their rhymes into the sea.
We must capture them or let them be.
Kim M. Russell, 31st May 2021
Image by Ksenia on Unsplash
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Earthcraft (A Way of Working)
I love the way Brendan began his Monday essay about work with a sonnet by Seamus Heaney, a true man of the earth and a poetic craftsman. I enjoyed the journey from the beginning of human toil in the Garden of Eden, via pyramids and silver mines and a variety of labour-saving devices to factories and offices – and eventual retirement.
I retired from teaching in 2014 and haven’t looked back. Writing has filled my mornings and evenings, and I’ve only had a few short breaks of no more than a week. I too am taking a break, somewhat longer than two weeks, but I should be back by Christmas. I’ll still be writing – I have a pamphlet and a YA novel to finish – as well as editing my husband’s memoir. Just not blogging.
Brendan reminds us that, at earthweal, ‘the craft we specialize in is earth-poetry. If the earth is sacred, then our craft must reflect it; if the earth is damaged, our craft must also take that into account, like the flaw in the Navaho rug which allows the spirit a way out of the pattern.’ For this weekly challenge, we are writing of Earthcraft, the work of restoring earthly perfection through craft.
Have a relaxing well-deserved break, Brendan, and thank you for this apt prompt.