a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
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Ferns Found
a palette of earthtones
paints hillsides
with Autumn song Continue reading
Halloween Color
Scarlet Autumn
Halloween
haunted in harvest reds
summer’s fallen
Note: Here’s a happy halloween haiku for you!
Shop Is for Boys by Brenda Davis Harsham (MY PRIZED POSSESSION Poetry and Prose Series)
Another of my poems was published this morning by Silver Birch Press. And I’m listening to Muddy Waters. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0_eRVroLqs Life is good. I hope you have a magical Halloween tomorrow. Be safe!
Shop Is for Boys
by Brenda Davis Harsham
I’ll tell you a secret.
When I was a girl,
shop class was for boys.
They sawed, hammered
and sanded birdhouses.
In place of shop,
I learned to make a roux
and divide recipes by two.
I pretended not to be
jealous, but I was.
One steamy summer,
I signed up for sculpture.
I wanted to carve.
I wanted to weld.
I wanted to create
structures taller than me.
I started with wood —
four glued-together,
two-inch-thick boards of
heavy mahogany.
The bandsaw looked big
enough to slice off my arm.
But I carved off corners
as if I knew what to do.
I chiseled, swinging
my mallet with arms that
grew stronger every day.
My gouge released curls of wood.
The scent of fresh wood
intoxicated.
The belt sander screamed
like death itself. My bird took
shape as I sweated,
stopping…
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October Blooms
October blooms are
heavy under gray skies.
Summer is a faded smudge
on the hydrangeas. Continue reading
Smiling at Eternity
Our bones are always smiling. Continue reading
Halloween is Coming!
Bat haunts dark trees
in leaf costume, hunting.
The full silver moon hides its eyes.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
To Know Much
I never know as much as when I don’t know anything. Continue reading
Hope for Heliotrope
Heliotrope was in a sour mope.
She was the last crayon picked.
She felt as if she’d been kicked. Continue reading
Mothers Near
Mother Near
I feel my mother near
in a garden,
leaves trembling,
like my heart,
as a butterfly lights
on a concrete goddess. Continue reading
Canada, You Rock!
It took the Canadians to remind us that America is Great, no matter what happens at tonight’s debate and over the next few weeks.
I have Canadians cousins, and I think Canada is great, too! Let’s try to set aside baseless accusations, lies and fear and get our jobs done. Because in the end, that is what makes America great!
Notes: Kids of all ages have strong emotions about the divisive politics being splashed across every screen in the country and beyond. Let’s not forget who we are. Survivors. We Americans are a race of survivors — survivors of epidemics, plagues, persecution, oppression, world wars, threats, discrimination, violence, hatred and fear. We’ll survive this election, too.
Delicious Demon
Eat the delicious demon.
Gobble him up.
Before his chocolate
nose runs
or his raspberry filling
bedevils your brain.
Breathe in that
cinnamon scent:
sweet, spicy, sinister.
He has the molten texture
of dark lava cake.
Sink into the zippy
comfort of way-too-much
sugar-joy, skating like
vengeful Olympians
in your veins.
The worst demons
are the delicious ones.
Resistance is futile.
He’s hiding his fangs?
Wouldn’t you,
if you were delicious, too?
Notes: Artwork is rights reserved to the original artist. This poem was inspired three years ago by comments on a post. Since then, it has lurked in my draft file, biding its time, sighing, despairing, imprisoned. Finally, I set it free. Dig in and enjoy. Have a magical day! Two weeks to Halloween!
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