Who is on the plum tree?
These features are such a pleasure. This week’s feature is dedicated to two of Plum Tree’s most prolific and exciting poets.
Beverley writes from the heart. Compassion is the mucilage that ties her poetic themes together. Sue is a wordsmith. She plays with words, reorganising them in ways that astound.
Earth dug under sun & cloud,
Water, weeded, hoed & ploughed,
Seeds sown deep in dark quiet sod,
Each in its tiny skin-bed pod.
Green shoots tender & new,
Growing tall under morning dew,
Harvested & threshed into silken flour,
By men, beasts & machines of power.
Packed in sacks, baskets, boxes & bags,
Globally sent to the rich, & to those in rags,
Mixed with blenders in first-world lands,
Kneaded with love by third-world hands.
Simple flour given by earth,
Man’s staple food given birth,
Maintaining life all over the world,
For every man, woman, boy & girl.
Dough baked in ashes, ovens, homes & shops,
Roasted, or in dollops into hot fat drops,
Chapatti, baguette, loaf, naan or roll,
All from nature’s own mixing bowl.
Sprinkled with sugar, nuts, seeds or salt,
Others with herbs & added milk or malt,
Most just flour & water plain,
To relieve the world’s hungry unending pain.
Maligned by beauties trying to slim,
Manna to the child of just bone & skin,
Let us give, & let us share,
Daily bread with our neighbors everywhere.
Fragrance of baked, hot new breads,
Like new mown grass & coffee, go to our heads,
But to the world I live in, I must implore,
Please let us give more daily bread to the poor.
From seed to mill, – from silo to table,
Destiny, be mud pot, or supermarket label,
Staple to both man & swine,
Sating hunger of both theirs & mine.
is the root
of this dry land
what is the reason
for famine expand
i had rich earth and seed
long term neighbors
fun and smiles agreed
with my brood
that makes farming
less barren dimensions
true i live in poverty
i live in affliction
i’m still standing without
poverty of spirit infliction
i have plenty
someday a harvest
you will see security
and good news harness
to the merciful
for time and substance
no longer empty-handed
continued affection prayer abundance
Thank you both of you for your wonderful submissions.