Pebble and Stubble
That which gives often…
often receives nothing in return
Do not be deceived
by the writing in stone
Corn often grows taller than words
words often grow taller than deeds
In what field strides the Earth
with stalks as thick as dictionaries
We take a cache and fill silos
forty moons per one field.
Wrung it’s neck for our bellies
now we give it spit, hot coals.
At dusk, we watch wise men
gather petrified husk and stubble
to fashion tablets,
starlings, crows and ravens pick
clean discarded pebble and bone.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran, poet and fabulist originally from New Hampshire, now residing on the plains of Oklahoma. His work can be found in magazines, journals, reviews and anthologies. He has two poetry books, “The Cellaring” a collection of 80 poems of light horror, paranormal, weird and wonderful work. His newest book, “A Taint of Pity”, Life Poems Written with a Cracked Inflection, was just released on Amazon.com. He is a three time Pushcart Prize and twice Best of the Net Nominee for 2016-2017. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.
Excellent, Ken!
I love the way you phrased this poem.
Many thanks Mike!
a bit chitinous ……thanks
Ah yes, ‘chitinous’…. perhaps yes, the hard shell of the earth herself? What is a rock? Is it nothing more than the earth’s outer shell? I see, I see….another poem in the making…..
Thank you Vincent! I’m truly ‘verklempt’… (^_^)