Thursday, June 30, 2016

The Weeds Are High

The weeds are high
the water's low
the path is thorns, but still I go
barefoot by the firefly glow
to meet you.

North of the Southern Baptist Church
where daddy preaches and sinners burn,
where Solomon sings the sweetest words,
and I keep you

secret
as a deacon's favorite vice.

For Rommy's prompt at Real Toads

Note:  In case you missed it yesterday, I have a new poem ("Microorganism") at Maudlin House.  Big thanks to all who have already checked it out and / or commented!

16 comments:

jaine said...

At first I misread "deacon" as "demon." Apt, perhaps. I wonder if that was your intention. I wonder if a demon's vice might be niceness.

This is a very good poem ... especially for one who knows the Bible, SB folks, and hidden vices.

Love the Song of Solomon reference.

As it turns out, though, getting high is actually a lot more pleasant than sneaky teenaged sex. And not nearly as emotionally troublesome.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Great cadence throughout. I like the juxtaposition of saint and sinner.. and the fact that you have blurred the lines.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Now I want to know about the "deacon's favorite vice." I wonder, wonder, wonder...

I really like the landscape, the cadence, and the implications.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Wonderful - and this could be a subplot on #Greenleaf :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love it, Kelli. And congrats on another poem being published, another awesome write!

Rommy said...

I love the barely contained passion with this. You use the idea of weeds to relay time of year as well as a feeling of wildness and unauthorized growth, which adds to the already rich broth you've built up in this poem.

brudberg said...

The tension between the sin and the simple love is perfect here, the wonderful countryside making it even better.

Sioux said...

I checked out your other poem (thanks for the link) and clicked on one of the faces (the other end of "meh"--whatever the "loved it" face was).

I loved the rhythm of this piece. And the deacon's favorite vice? Hmm.

hedgewitch said...

Nothing more tantalizing or that pulls us more than that secret sin, especially through the tall weeds of a hot, tinder-dry summer. Your descriptions, as always, are strong and delicate as fishing line to pull the reader in.

Fireblossom said...

The weeds are high, but I'm holdin' on... Oh wait, that was something else, sorry.

I like this, and am thinking there must be a sweet reward at the end of such a walk, and if it is forbidden, so much the better.

Hannah said...

Congratulations and love your response to this, M!

blueoran said...

With "I keep you" I thought of a weed pressed in a Bible. That's whisky. Lisa Marie Presley in the key of don't you wish you could. Forever.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh, I love this. I was once a Southern Baptist Deacon's wife. lol My husband and I prefer now to hang with weeds.

Stacie Eirich said...

The story you tell drew me in completely - loved "barefoot by the firefly glow" and could picture the choir singing and pastor preaching. It seemed a bit of a flashback to me from childhood - even though I didn't grow up in the south -- I can easily picture it now since living in South Carolina, where there is a Baptist church around every corner! Your ending is tempting, delicious - and yes (I can't resist) - sinful. Thanks for sharing Mama!

angieinspired said...

Clandestine. I like how Solomon sings, and it ends with a secret

Kathy Reed said...

A time capsule of sorts...a place and time of truth (and lies)..great sense of nostalgia, too.