I rise among
the rippling rows
that hug the contours
of the field. Golden
tassels touched with
cinnamon hues stand
tall above the corn
that strangely forms
a wall along either
side of this Donegal road.
We are called into
symmetry with these
plants; in this geometry
of dirt and soil. At
home in this casual
beckoning. At peace
in this simple dance.
Among, with, above,
along, in, and finally at.
Always heeding the request.
Join me.”
This poem of mine is perfectly paired with a piece by Local Artist MALCOLM CORLEY entitled “THE FARM”. Malcolm is 22 years old.
Malcolm’s painting is used with permission and may be seen amid his full collection at: MALCOLMSTILES.com Malcolm's Tiles
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