Restless in winter, inside,
because of ice, afraid to fall. Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
Surviving Ice
Ice survives rain
and the chill warmth
of balmy January,
in pieces.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Are you the rain, hitting fast and gone as quickly, or the ice, surviving, but in pieces?
The Wizard Sea
This gray day, I find myself at sea, as I read Herman Melville’s poetry. In his life, he suffered the fears and disappointments of writing for a living. The fickle nature of the sea symbolized his readers, who loved Moby Dick, but deserted him with their indifference to his later works, including stirring civil war poetry.
Here is an excerpt from his poem, The Haglets, that speaks to my fairy-tale-loving heart:
Imbedded deep with shells
And drifted treasure deep,
Forever he sinks deeper in
Unfathomable sleep —
His cannon round him thrown,
His sailors at his feet,
Where never haglets beat. Continue reading
When Your Feet are Draggin’
“When your feet are draggin’
and your knees are sagging’
and you don’t know what to do
a little jive is good for you! Continue reading
gather here.
Here is fairy magic courtesy of Beth at ididnthavemyglasseson, home of irony, humor and appreciation of all things kid. Great fairy call by Emily Dickinson. Who can resist an indoor winter fairy village?
when grandie v and i
have finished building our indoor winter fairy village
with jewels and feathers and sparkles, a flower vine swing, love tape, and puff ball beds
it is very important to write about it and invite them to move in tonight.
—
“when I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,
chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.
merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you’ll be fairies all.”
-emily dickinson
Frozen Trickle
maverick trickle,
still, icy rivulet takes
the path less traveled Continue reading
Mary Oliver Reminds Me
Bound by the shared weight of winter,
the empty bird feeder and I
let down our neighbors, as our emptiness
lets in the cold, the sleet and the
wet indifference of early snowfall.
Where is our divinity, our seed,
our stored warmth and harvest? Continue reading
Only One Hat Fits, poem by Brenda Davis Harsham (ME, IN A HAT Poetry and Prose Series)
Thanks to Silver Birch Press for publishing my poem, Only One Hat Fits. Have a magical week this last week before the New Year!
Only One Hat Fits
by Brenda Davis Harsham
I try on hats,
in stores by the dozen,
but only one fits
my too-big head.
I wear it hiking
by millponds, up hillsides,
along ridge trails
and into the cloud bank.
The tight weave
keeps my face
from burning red
and the brim hugs without
headaches.
I walk cracked sidewalks
pushing a stroller
stocked with every wipe
and diaper cream.
My daughter’s curls bounce,
her feet kick and she sings
to herself. And me.
My hat brim gets dark,
then darker.
My daughter grows out
of her stroller,
and we sell it on craigslist.
I feel a pang for its loss.
I explore disc golfing
in a hat, slam into low
branches. Stuffs into
a backpack, so light.
My hat brim stains darken.
I try on hats again.
No other hat fits
my too-big head.
I can’t give up my
favorite…
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Winter Wishes
trees aglow
star-shine on earth
blessings to all
Happy Holidays! I’ll be taking a few days with my family starting tonight. I wish everyone a magical weekend!
Snowflakes are White
Roses are red,
snowflakes are white.
The first snowflake,
like a crystal kite,
dances and drifts
in silver sunlight. Continue reading
Time to Fold
The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light. Continue reading
Gingerbread Solstice
heaven-sent
gingerbread scent
December torment Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 