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wild rose and coyotes
by Kristina Woodhillschool's out - it's june!
you must have heard the neighbor boys
whoop and holler this afternoon
like coyotes jostling in and near the creek
in last night's half moon,
all grinning growls and snapping teeth
shaking cool all over the chuckling country's side
you must have blinked and blinked,
eyes full of fields of pink pearl skirts
a rose by that name, wild child bursting!
a scandalous, topless display
butter-yellow tiny pollen waists
coquettish color - "calling all bees!"
pink skirts so close together, all perfectly shaped
like matching costumes in a Rockette chorus line
on this country off-broadway stage;
all draping down green young limbs
such a lax lounging, only adolescence
can put on and pull over,
even stiff, thorny older branches
shaking a little more loosely in their dressing up
coyotes yip-yip! and slip into summer's shadowed scenes;
dreaming school-free boys follow in studied imitation,
changing voices exploring octaves and just the right words
to bring blush to just the right girl;
you must have smiled wide and laughed deep
at boys in fields of pink,
let go, barefoot, bareheaded,
embracing every lovely rose in turn,
spinning and spinning and spinning,
and tasting the pollen of june
06/05/2009 Posted on 06/05/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/05/09 at 08:59 PM ...kristina, this is jaw-dropping good; you capture a moment and amazingly stretch it last all summer...what a delightful write, a mirror for me to see my nostalgia... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/05/09 at 09:02 PM ...and too Kristina, megrandson Kai, is all about coyotes; the yipping yapping made me grin big time...what a line to bring one home to the moment of which you are speaking...gawsh i love it more after reading it more...and up earlier is the line : calling all bees, now that is a line to etch in granite. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/06/09 at 01:51 AM A wonderful write Kristina. You've gotten your arms around a subject as large as life itself and laid it right in our laps. Very well done m'lady! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/06/09 at 06:11 PM Talk about evocative! Wonderful poem, Kristina. Like summer days from the calendar, this leaps forth from the page. Thanks! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/06/09 at 09:56 PM Excellent seasonal poem Kristina. I really like how you've belended the boys and cayotes. Nature...human nature all nicely wrapped up into one. |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 06/07/09 at 05:36 AM This is magical, how the young ones transform to coyotes and wild rose and back again - what wonderful imagery - playfully and perfectly conveys the joyous and sensual advent of summer.... d:-) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/10/09 at 02:17 AM With wonderful imagination you catch the joy and vibrancy of youth, of getting out of school for the summer, of conformity in freedom, and always the story of boy meets girl. |
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