Friday, September 20, 2019

Stone Soup Croutons, 9-18-19, Garden Talk



Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked up from poems overheard from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.

Cat Dossett gave a wonderful reading Wednesday night. We had our freshman fling in our new home with a large crowd. This week was our sophomore slump. Fewer numbers, but there was still a great energy thanks to Cat and the open mic. Tried to capture it this week. Thanks for reading.


Garden Talk

When the wolf's breast
snuggles her new cub,

does even this new mother
want to rip him from the wild,

wrap him in a diaper, lock him
in a stranger's house forever

before he runs to craft own hunt,
another Adam, once held close

as if her own rib, ripped away,
one more Odysseus lost to horizon.




Special thanks to Zachary Bos, Black Byrd, David Miller, Robert Murphy, James Van Looy and Cat Dossett. 

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