In Harvest Gold Grass

Written for:  April 2021 PAD - Day 18
"Write an ekphrastic poem"  (from a work of art)


I linger in harvest gold grass,
my mind far from a farm's many chores.
Feel a part of this field, alas
field lies at home; mine behind doors.

My mind far from a farm's many chores.
Life is lonesome for a farmer's wife.
Field lies at home; mine behind doors.
Here I am free in my secret life.

Life is lonesome for a farmer's wife,
tending to tasks from sunrise on.
Here I am free in my secret life.
I dream of dancing or gliding like a swan.

Tending to tasks from sunrise on,
feel a part of this field, alas
I dream of dancing or gliding like a swan.
I linger in harvest gold grass.

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2021-april-pad-challenge-day-18

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to In Harvest Gold Grass

  1. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    Never been a farmer’s wife, but I’ve been a daydreaming girl who’d often take refuge in her own version of harvest gold.

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