Smiling trees, hiking, campsite, bonfire.
Night falls with a cold shower of tasks,
cooking, place setting, finding, cleaning,
while fireflies flicker in darkening trees.
Loved family become strangers in
flickering light, distant and new.
Their long laughs are the music
that lifts my spirits high, chords that
rock me like a baby, elevate me
like a girl in a crow’s nest, spotting land,
a shore with a thousand sheets of fluting
laughter and dry droplets of pine resin.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Have you been camping? We used to camp most summers. I remember laughter in the dark, unrolling over lakes.
My words were inspired by these pieces of poetry:
Their long laughs are boats they will ride and ride,
making the shadows that cross each other’s smiles.
— by Naomi Shihab Nye, from the poem, Steps, published in 19 Varieties of Gazelle, Poems of the Middle East, Greenwillow Books, 2005.
A lone boat, a sliver of moon facing the maple woods —
A wanderer’s heart is entrusted to his flute.
Mountain views merge with thousand sheets of rain,
And the last chord fades as our tears fall.
— by Wang Ch’ang-ling, Translated by Joseph J. Lee, Listening to a Wanderer’s “Water Melody” found in Call Down the Moon: Poems of Music, selected by Myra Cohn Livingston, Margaret K. McElderry Books, 1995.
Happy Poetry Friday!
Triple thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes this week!! Not only is she hosting Poetry Friday at Today’s Little Ditty, but she also featured a poem of mine a few days ago — too many happy accolades (fanning myself). And lastly, in a give-away on her site, I won a copy of Stone Mirrors: The Sculpture and Silence of Edmonia Lewis by Jeannine Atkins! I started Stone Mirrors, and it is an addictive novel-in-verse about a fascinating woman who leaves everything behind, more than once. So much to be thankful for, my little heart is full! Thanks, Michelle!