Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Bird Point Magpie Tales #72


Bird Point

We walked the corn fields
that sweltering Missouri July
I in summer-hardened bare feet
a polka-dotted sundress
you in those obscene cut-offs
cowboy boots, can of beer in hand.

We searched for arrowheads
there'd be dozens you swore
Pulaski county--once home to the
Quapaw, Missouria, and the Osage.

Heat dazed, I followed your
long-haired, flat-assed self
shared your bitter beer
visioned another me
in buckskins and braids
beads and moccasins
pounding meal from corn
both me's oblivious to
coming dissolution
in moonshine and disappointment.

We returned home
sunburned and tipsy
the single chipped bird point
rough in my hand.

It rattles in my handkerchief drawer
even today.

read more poems and tales around this prompt at Magpie Tales. Photo of Van Gogh painting provided by Willow.

12 comments:

  1. Wow! Now THAT's a journey and a half! I loved 'moonshine and disappointment'.

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  2. Really engaging story, loved it and the imagery was very amusing

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  3. One of my favorites this week! I grew up in that Missouri you describe ...

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  4. This made my Native American DNA tingle. I love "summer-hardened bare feet". A joy to read, Suki.

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  5. I did not have time to do this prompt. I love your response!

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  6. I can feel the heat, a very good take on the prompt.

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  7. Loved this poem Suki. I had a vivid picture in my mind.

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  8. beautiful words Suki .... They make me wanting summer NOW :)

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  9. Wonderful write. Glad I stopped by.

    Melanie

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