Lady’s Slipper and Lambs’
Tongues
Scrambling up through the
field of spring beauties, I
broke twigs
on the scrub oaks, collected
cockleburs on my pant legs,
and risked poison oak, until
at the edge of the forest I
collapsed at the base of the crippled maple.
One limb flung out near the
ground as broad as our milk cow,
covered with thick chartreuse
moss and lacy licorice root ferns.
Straddling the limb, I lifted
the moss and tore out the root:
a taste of anise, wild and
tangy in my mouth.
I was as wild as the flowers,
that
grew in profusion amid the
grass and moss.
I picked Johnny-jump-ups,
Lambs’ Tongues, and the elusive Lady’s Slipper.
Back down the hill I ran,
hands full of half-wilted wildflowers.
My proffered nosegay plopped
in a canning jar of water on
the windowsill above the
kitchen sink.
Looking back, I know I’ve
been separated too long from
the geography of my
childhood,
and now I venture beyond the
garden fence with
trepidation and longing to be
somewhere more tame.
Maralee Gerke lives and
writes in Madras, Oregon. She is and avid reader and gardener. She describes
herself as a work in progress. Her poems have been published in Calyx, Exit
Thirteen, Moonset, Bathtub Gin, Anthology, Nerve Cowboy, Avocet, and Tigers
Eye. She has published two books of poems and has had poetry and prose
accepted in several anthologies. Her work can be seen online at Shadow
Poetry, Long Story Short, and Moontown Café. She recently recorded 4
poems for the Oregon Poetic Voices Project. They can be heard at
oregonpoeticvoices.org One of her poems “Refuge”, was recently selected to be
printed as a limited edition broadside by the Penland School of Crafts.
Maralee, I really loved your poem so visual, loved the line “the geography of my childhood” can totally relate. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteMaralee, thank you for sharing your picturesque poem of remembered childhood. How lovely! I really enjoyed the "romp" with you.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene
Oh to be as connected to Nature as we were in our childhood.
ReplyDeleteYour descriptions are vivid and transported me to similar escapades of my own.
Thanks for an inspiring read.
Best,bSuZ