I tell mom Forsythia is blooming in the neighbor’s yard.
She says, For-sith-a-what? I say, a golden bush burning like a fire.
She says, we call them Yellow Bell the other word is too hard.
The proper name pricks her tongue like a useless shard.
Her folklore lessons unfold like the bush that inspires.
I tell mom Forsythia is blooming in the neighbor’s yard.
The golden leaves aflame enchanting the heart of a bard.
She says, For-sith-a-what? I say, a golden bush burning like a fire.
She says, we call them Yellow Bell the other word is too hard.
Her looking back always carries me like a river forward.
The balm of her history flows from the heart without tire.
I tell mom Forsythia is blooming in the neighbor’s yard.
She listens, retrieves her past memories unmarred.
She’s still entranced by this bright beckoning spire.
She says, we call them Yellow Bell the other word is too hard.
Foreign words anguish her tongue and leave it scarred.
Yet her simple words heal and lift me gently higher.
I tell mom Forsythia is blooming in the neighbor’s yard.
She says, we call them Yellow Bell the other word is too hard.
----Glenis Redmond
(first appeared in Appalachian Heritage)
Glenis is a 2005-2006 North Carolina Arts Council Literary Award recipient and a Denny C. Plattner Award winner for Outstanding Poetry sponsored by the Appalachian Heritage. She has been inducted in the Mt. Xpress' Hall of Fame for Best Poet in Western North Carolina after winning for over seven years. She is a Kennedy Teaching Artist and her work has aired on National Public Radio. She is a past winner of the Southern Fried Slam and a finalist of National Poetry Slam.
She has been published most recently in Meridians, African Voices, EMRYS, The Asheville Poetry Review, 2006 Kakalak: A Journal of Carolina Poets, Appalachian Heritage and the Appalachian Journal. Glenis is a native of Greenville, South Carolina. She currently resides in Asheville, North Carolina with her twin daughters Amber and Celeste.
Website: www.Glenisredmond.com
Bookings: www.Loydartists.com
4 comments:
A beautiful poem to be read aloud over and over again. "Her looking back always carries me like a river forward". So much learned from her mother.
I visited Glenis Redmond's website through the link you posted and took in a nice does of her poetic storytelling. I especially liked 'Mama's Magin' and 'If I ain't African' and recommend them.
Thanks for introducing us.
A wonderful poem -- but I wish I could hear it read. GR is a wonder at reading her poetry.
i love when people can write in form and make it sing :)
So glad you dropped by, Lorenzo. I have Glenis featured as Poet of the Week on my laureate site.
Jessie and Vicki, the villanelle is a devil of a form. So hard!
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