Saturday, May 4, 2013

In Those Days

Castel del Monte by Edward Lear

In those days of book fed burning,
I was just a girl still learning.
Churched, but unschooled to the yearnings
waiting just beyond the stone walls.

I turned to prayer for curing
in those days of book fed burning,
but it could not still the stirring
and shivering each time I saw

you out in the wheat field working,
hands to the earth for your earnings.
In those days of book fed burning,
rosaries rubbed my fingers raw.

And, the sweetness of that hurting
was the ache of a child turning
to woman with no returning
in those days of book fed burning.

For the Birthday in May prompt at Real Toads

22 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Dramatic, creative, wonderful and sad -- not many can get all of those in one beautiful poem, but you did!

manicddaily said...

Lovely love - it reminded me also of Poe and Annabel Lee - I'm sorry my post for your short prompt got somehow eaten the other day, inadvertently deleted--I'm just a bit exhausted on my end- but this is terrific. k.

hedgewitch said...

Something so human about this, the fingers rubbed raw by the rosary, the longing from behind the walls...beautiful, and I also was reminded of Poe, than which, of course, no higher compliment, in my book.

Fireblossom said...

I love these stories you tell, and the onion layers of the women so often at the heart of them.

Brian Miller said...

nice...what lives beyond the walls def brings callouses from the rosary...esp at the turn to adulthood...smiles..ha...nice form mz

Gail said...

Hidden darkness among enlightenment. Great joy.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

While the rest of us have been steeped in doggerel, you took a moody portrait and created a dark poem, mournful, the rosary, the book burning... and what lies beyond.

A beautifully realize poem. Peace, Amy

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

LOVED THE REPEATING LINES....

Maggie Grace said...

How dark, lovely, and inspirational!

Kay L. Davies said...

You describe this so well, MZ. I love "the yearnings waiting just beyond the stone walls" — when I was young, few of us were prepared for the yearnings that awaited us.
My mother was really very good about explanations, but I still managed to get myself thoroughly confused.
K

Kerry O'Connor said...

You know how to deliver character in your poetry, and within the strict bounds of form, it is no mean feat to focus on that rather than the rhyme.

The opening stanza is Brilliant (capital B) and these lines in particular, blew me away:

Churched, but unschooled to the yearnings
waiting just beyond the stone walls.

As did your recurring line - book burning always scares me.

Grandmother said...

I read the book fed burning as the things in books getting the stirrings going and I related to that description. As well as the churched but unschooled. This captured the emerging of girl to woman beautifully.

Carol Steel said...

Absolutely lovely. Well done.

TALON said...

Powerful, Mama Zen.

Lorraine said...

Nostalgia in a younger era so full of almost unheard sentiments, I am in awe

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautifully written.

Susie Clevenger said...

A powerful write. Book burnings, how I detest the thought.

Peggy said...

Such goings on in those days of book-fed burning!

Mary said...

Beautifully crafted and filled with meaning.

happygirl said...

Such a story of prayer and waiting and wanting. Oh, but keep the faith and count on God and not the men that do his work.

Marian said...

ohhh nice job with this and the repeating lines of whatever form this is called. (cascade? ghazal? something i'm bad at) you make it sound so natural, and give us a glimpse of the girl and her influences, lovely and instructive.

Margaret said...

The repetition, the rhyming, the story line! Wow, loved it in first person... just loved the whole thing.