Tuesday, September 13, 2011

September

September light
filters through the eaves,
and the old barn gets religion.
We are angels
with hay in our hair.

Beneath us,
boards creak and moan
songs from the back of the hymnal.
Your name
is a prayer on my lips.

I have apples
picked from the low branches.
You have your hands
high up my skirt.

Sweet is the harvest this time of year.
Sweet and tender the harvest.

For Open Link Night at dVerse.

59 comments:

Brian Miller said...

dang its been far too long since i was in a barn...songs from the back of the hymnal was a great touch MZ

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Luscious like apple pie, Mama Z!

Pat Hatt said...

So I guess what goes on in the barn doesn't stay in the barn huh?..haha

Brendan said...

Them are some apples. How sweet and crisp all of this is on the tongue that whispers this into a lover's ear. - Brendan

ab said...

"the old barn gets religion" -- I like it!

ayala said...

we are angels with hay in our hair...nice write.

Fred said...

Wow, wonderful write, great way to kick off open link night- really nicely done, thanks

chromapoesy.com said...

Like a Graple on a butterscotch almond, butter lettuce salad with a hint of lemon juice, oh so sweet and tasty!

johnallenrichter said...

Wow! That just woke me up! Intense. so intense is this beautiful memory...... I so love these wonderful things of youth... They really brighten our insides forever... Thank you...

darkangelwrites said...

Tart! What a delight you are to read.

jen revved said...

Love this! Takes me back to a day in a barn many years ago with a love; we made hay in the dark and certainly did pick and eat the ripe fruit. xxxxj

Anthony Desmond said...

Great write mama zen! i've never been to a barn, but the imagery made me wipe some hay from my hair.

Natasha said...

Nice write! You give so much yet maintain that certain "class" for lack of a better word. I think me and hubby are going to head out and do some barn cleaning!

pangeanpoetry said...

This is a wonderful poem. The images, the pace and rhythm is perfect. I love it when a poem can take me to places I have never been. Great work!

Uneven Stephen said...

Great poem. Perfect read to kick of the autumn season. Love your phrasing and imagery here.

LauraX said...

love this!

Jinksy said...

No barns for us poor townies, in our youth! :)

Patricia said...

The subtlety of this poem... the imagery, drew me in.

Daydreamertoo said...

Good grief, I want a barn just like that!!

Fabulous, sensual write.

Fireblossom said...

Mmmm, I love those songs from the back of the hymnal. And I love this poem. It's just perfect, MZ.

Dulce said...

Really gooood!!!

Chris G. said...

Sensuality given religion...beautiful poem for the beginning of the season, a lovely pace and entertaining engagement with passion and youth. Splendid!

Steve King said...

So very compact, yet carrying so much. The language has been truly elevated. This is inspired writing.

seasideauthor said...

Nice write. Hay in your hair?

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...

Especially liked:

Your name
is a prayer on my lips.

I have apples
picked from the low branches.
You have your hands
high up my skirt.

She already knows she has the low-hanging forbidden fruit, he is reaching for a more exaltant harvest?

I could smell the hay, see the dust motews in the shafts of light from the eaves...

Lovely!

Tara R. said...

Kinda makes me miss the old barn we used to have.

hedgewitch said...

Barns are hot, but they usually cool down a bit in September--not this one--it's on fire. Beautiful and passionate piece, MZ. Love the comparison with a religious experience, angels flying low to the ground, as the old song goes...and it's a fine song here.

lkkolp said...

Lots of fiskiness in that cool weather. You had me there!

~laurie

Rick Dale, author of The Beat Handbook said...

Makes me long for such a September.

Ann LeFlore said...

back in the barn and songs goes hand in hand and this is great
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/13/a-new-life-begins/

G-Man said...

When theres frost on the Pumpkin
It's time for peter dunkin!!

mrs mediocrity said...

love this....
especially the old barn gets religion...

Sylvia K said...

It says it all and it says it just right!! You do have a wonderful way with words and the pictures they create, MZ! Had to chuckle at G-Man's peter dunkin!!

Sylvia

Ed Pilolla said...

autumnal lust and love. ripe september.

Evelyn said...

something so innocent
and erotic about your poetry...

marousia said...

Gorgeous sensuous writing

Susie Clevenger said...

I grew up in the country...know barns well.."wink"...sensuous creativity...great job!

yellowhousecafe said...

sigh...makes me long for a hay rack ride fashioned for two...love autumn; you've captured it fabulously ~

beckykilsby said...

Oh yes...angels with hay in their hair...are definitely my kind of angels. This is such an evocative write.. and I was smiling from the angels line to the end. Thank you MZ!

Cheryl said...

Sensual and tender, just like September.

signed...bkm said...

absolutely beatutiful - the season expressed in a harvest of fruits and loving...very nice Mama...bkm

Rekha said...

Beautiful with layers to it.

poemblaze said...

I love that the old barn gets religion!

Mark Kerstetter said...

This my kind of church. I love this.

Poetry Pastiche said...

Simply sinful. :)

This is my favorite:
"and the old barn gets religion.
We are angels
with hay in our hair"

Joanne Elliott said...

I love "and the old barn gets religion" beautiful.

There is something about a barn and the hay, something that speaks to life and the energy of the land that is stimulating.

lori said...

This is definitely one of my favorites of yours. Just perfect :)

Apryl Gonzales said...

Love those last two lines, perfect ending. :)

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely perfect lines.

Anna :o]

eclipsingwinter said...

Nothing quite like a barn to welcome in autumn months. This is deliciously sensual and celebratory. Fantastic poetry.

Beth

Anna @ waysidewordgarden said...

Strong sense of place. Very nice write.

Debbie Dawnslight said...

Sweet and tender... indeed!

C Rose said...

Loved the sensuality of this piece, the first stanza is a knockout! ~ Rose

kahit minsan said...

this piece made me crave for more...

haikulovesongs said...

"and the old barn gets religion."

a sweet and tender and sensual poem. i love it! ♥ dani

unsungpoet said...

Really nice...creates some beautiful visuals...

unsungpoet said...

Really nice...creates some beautiful visuals...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, that is gorgeous! Sacred sex, the best kind.

Sheila Moore said...

sweet and tender indeed!