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Poetry Prompt: Find a Farm Skeleton

By Callie Feyen 15 Comments


This month, our topic at Tweetspeak is farming. I grew up less than a mile from Chicago’s city limits; the “el” was my nighttime lullaby. I hear or read word the word farm, and I immediately think nature, and well, I am just not that girl. I respect nature. I understand we need it, but I’m not trying to be out in it learning lessons and cultivating stuff. Honey, I don’t care are how cute those Wellington boots are at Target — they don’t fit me.

Needless to say, when I sat down to plan the writing prompts this month, I didn’t think I had much to say about farming, especially not farming and poetry. If creative nonfiction is the Chicago Skyline, then poetry is, well, I’m sorry, but it’s farming.

Or here’s another analogy. I love clothes — the more the merrier. Creative nonfiction is a colorful, huge closet of dresses and skirts, pants and tops I can mix and match. Poetry is the minimalist trend that’s all the rage right now. Don’t get me wrong, you minimalists are stunning in your greys and roses and whites and simple golden rings on you index fingers. You are poetry in motion, as they say, but I just cannot. Give me my orange heels that are a half-size too big. Give me some black dress pants, and let me wear it with my T-shirt that has a goat jumping over a fence saying, “I’m so over it.”

What I’m trying to express is this: poetry is hard. Farming is hard. You have to make very careful choices because decisions count. Ain’t nobody got time for a talking goat jumping over a fence.

So, I hit the books. Specifically, Tania Runyan’s How To Write A Poem, and randomly opened it up to p. 16 where I read, “Now it’s time to find the poems inside.” This was an invitation.

Try It

Runyan suggests freewriting to find a poem and gives several topics to explore. I changed the exercise slightly and freewrote everything that came to mind when I thought of farming. Runyan suggests setting a timer and writing without stopping until that time is up. (I love her tip to actually write “I don’t know what to write,” if we get stuck.)

Here’s what I came up with (I typed exactly what I wrote on paper to practice what Runyan instructs. Don’t worry about editing/revising at this point — just write):

My dad and I grew raspberries and once a sunflower in a patch of dirt in our backyard. The raspberries were delicious, warm and plump from the sun, but they didn’t stay with us. Something about them was wild and they kept moving down the street. The sunflower grew so tall my dad got a ladder for me to stand on and he took a picture of us — the flower and me. I’m wearing a green polo shirt and holding my Cabbage Patch doll, and the flower is learning toward me like a friend. Shortly after that, a squirrel bit its stem to eat its seeds.

After freewriting, Runyan says to take a break (another tip I love), then read what we wrote “without making changes.” She asks, “What surprises you? Entertains you? Makes you catch your breath?” We are to highlight those parts, then rewrite those lines, creating what will most likely be “a skeleton of ideas.”

Here’s my skeleton:

Something Wild

My dad and I grew raspberries, and once, a sunflower
in a patch of dirt in out backyard.
The raspberries were
warm and plump
from the sun.
They didn’t stay with us.
Something about them
was wild.
My dad got a ladder for me to stand on —
he took a picture of us,
the sunflower and me.
I’m wearing a green polo shirt,
holding my Cabbage Patch Doll.
The flower is leaning towards me,
like a friend.

I think I can scale this down more, and as Runyan suggests, I’d like to fill in some gaps. However, I’m pleased with the seeds I’ve planted. Over the next few weeks, I’ll tend to this, perhaps, like a farmer tends to his soil. Maybe I can even find room for a talking goat.

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Thanks to everyone who participated in our recent poetry prompt. Here’s one from Shannon Mayhew we enjoyed:

Nixie

My girl is a sea sprite.
I’m standing in the surf–
frothy waves shimmer like liquid quartz and jade,
churning circles around my shins.
And she is joy itself, in the form of a child.
She laughs into the breaking waves,
falling into them and allowing them to receive her,
and they push back, holding her up
and offering their own sudsy celebration.
She looks back at me after each leap,
eager to share her bliss as it pours
from its secret infinite source.
Now she splashes towards me
and gifts me with a kiss,
squishy and cold on my salty lips,
before she plunges back into her element.
My feet sink into the silky sea floor
and I am held in the most vibrant of places,
called now, called Home.

—Shannon Mayhew

Photo by Pacheco, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Callie Feyen, author of The Teacher Diaries: Romeo and Juliet.

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Comments

  1. Maureen says

    August 6, 2018 at 10:12 am

    This is one I wrote way back in 2012:

    Terroir

    Neruda scales desire at dawn,
    2,600 miles above the sea,

    terroir-hunting. Across the spans
    of the Andes’ alluvial stones

    he sweeps a hand like wind itself
    — his vintage breath the rise

    and fall on a lover’s neck — cool
    morning perfecting the climate

    to praise the land’s own poetry.
    In the fertile soils of Alto Maipo,

    he plants his stock of Cabernet vines,
    their roots, ungrafted, pushing

    deep. These mountains, dry-farmed,
    urge natural spirits to impart

    to grapes inky as night the hints
    of rosemary and time. Neruda’s

    an elegant pour, scented with balsamic
    notes, the fruity ripe red coloring

    his crystal glasses the way, later,
    his plump lips stain thirsting mouth.

    Earth’s minerals make the poet’s life
    long, his wine the honey of Santiago nights.

    Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      August 8, 2018 at 8:23 am

      I can see the land and (almost) drink the wine in this poem. Lovely!

      I love these lines: “praise the land’s own poetry,” and “Earth’s minerals make the poet’s life long,”. I often get into tricky and terrible thinking patterns where I come to believe I don’t have enough of (fill in the blank) to be a writer, but stepping outside and taking a look around changes my mind every time. Thank you for this reminder, Maureen, and for this beautiful poem.

      Reply
  2. Katie says

    August 6, 2018 at 11:27 pm

    Picking berries
    Stained fingers

    Pulling corn ears
    Sore shoulders

    Shucking and silking
    Tired hands

    Plucking tomatoes green
    Setting them on a sill
    Watching them redden
    Slicing for sandwiches

    Waiting for watermelons to ripen
    Drippy elbows
    Spitting seeds

    Shelling peas
    Snapping beans
    Tender finger tips

    Canning
    Fearing the pressure cooker

    These are some summer memories growing up in a gardening family (not quite farming)

    Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      August 8, 2018 at 8:26 am

      I love all the action you describe here! Shelling, snapping, plucking, shucking, picking. It makes me hungry and it makes me want to find all my meals in the garden today! (If only I had one….better get on that.) 🙂

      Reply
  3. Rick Maxson says

    August 7, 2018 at 9:15 am

    Thistle and roses

    where the old road rounds,
    barb wire, foot and swing—

    Copperheads and blackberries,
    fat in the sun, my wrists speckled
    from picking, blood and wine—

    Going home, I stopped,
    entered a magnolia,
    felt it breathe, ribs and heartbeat—

    Years pass, I grow into them,
    this sweetness ripens, unbearable
    arc of joy, the leaves, the flow within

    Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      August 8, 2018 at 8:27 am

      I want to go where this old road rounds, and feel a magnolia breathe after reading this poem.
      Thank you, Rick!

      Reply
  4. Trish says

    August 7, 2018 at 12:13 pm

    Morning mist curls around stalks dew dampened and hungry,
    yearning to be pulled,
    they stretch thin fronds toward a promise of sun
    youthful green gives way to streaked yellow maturity.

    I fall to my knees in prostration,
    sinking into soft dark earth,
    a prayer pose of harvest.
    Constant creeping forward motion,
    head bowed and hands grasping,
    Time is measured by shrinking shadows,
    and empty spaces left in my wake.

    Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      August 8, 2018 at 8:29 am

      This “prayer pose of harvest” is a lot what I think prayer feels like, and “Time is measured by shrinking shadows” is going to stay with me for a long time. Thank you, Trish.

      Reply
  5. Katie says

    August 7, 2018 at 3:32 pm

    Least Favorite Chore

    “Hhhh. . .do I have to?”
    “Yes, it won’t kill you.”

    Taking paring knife, colander
    I slip on my flip flops

    Head out to middle row
    of weedy garden

    Step over yellow squashes
    reach icky vegetable

    Brace myself for sticky prickles
    set down colander

    Reach into okra plant
    cut the itchy harvest

    Walking back to mom
    I kick off my flip flops

    Say: “I survived again,
    but I’m still not eating them.”

    Reply
    • Callie Feyen says

      August 8, 2018 at 8:35 am

      Ha! Oh, this is great. How old are you in this poem? I think you’ve captured the tween voice perfectly.

      Reply
      • Katie says

        August 8, 2018 at 4:36 pm

        Well, actually that is what I wish I’d had the nerve to tell my mother! I think I might have been about 11 or 12 at the time.
        My parents required us to address them as ma’am or sir. I really didn’t have the nerve then to be snippy with my mom. I just remember hating how scratchy the plant was and how I disliked the itchiness it caused and also detesting the taste of okra. Just the smell of it frying was enough to send me running outside.

        Reply
    • Shannon Mayhew says

      August 10, 2018 at 9:47 am

      I really love this, Katie! Sounds like a picture book, or almost like a Shel SIlverstein poem, to me. I especially love “sticky prickles” and “itchy harvest”! Your farm offerings are both deliciously sensorial! 🙂

      Reply
      • Katie says

        August 12, 2018 at 1:29 pm

        Thank you, Shannon:)

        Reply
  6. Shannon Mayhew says

    August 10, 2018 at 10:00 am

    Callie, I do love me some rustling cornstalks, plunking seeds in a pie-pan, cacophonies of crickets, and yes, poetry and index finger rings (though mine is silver — gold is too flashy for me!) 🙂 I had so much fun reading this prompt! And writing a farm skeleton of my own. I do think I will need to come back to this one and water it with some editing and maybe a little more magic. But I like the early crop. Maybe you will recognize this row of sunflowers?

    Sunflowers

    Remember when the kids put on those shiny little boots
    (their moms excitedly bought them at Target,
    or maybe that shoe store with the trains,
    where they sell matching raincoats)?
    How long it took,
    helping to wiggle thirteen sets of small feet
    into those rigid rubber rainboots
    They needed our help with so many things
    We tromped out to the playground
    Each plump hand squeezing tightly several seeds
    like gold pieces, or wishes
    And they poked the striped seeds into the soil
    with a blessing
    A ritual to mark the last day of school

    Just one summer has passed
    And now sunflowers line the playground fence
    Tall enough that the kids can stand under them
    for a bit of shade
    Bigger boots on their feet
    making bigger footprints in the muddy mulch
    And those bigger boots,
    the kids put them on by themselves
    They play and my heart smiles–
    I see they have learned
    to take turns
    and say “yes!” and “play with us!”
    The sunflowers look like big yellow faces
    wearing floppy hats
    and they are nodding their heads in approval
    Blooms so large, heavy with seeds
    we will soon harvest

    And I’m standing in a moment
    called morning recess,
    amidst a chorus
    of buzzing bees and play-song
    wondering
    what is this magic
    that makes them grow so fast?

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