Today I make Polenta -
think of the stones that ground the corn.
Corn and stones both Earth born gifts
Stone is a friend of whom we rarely think.
We use it in our homes, use it for our homes
mark the graves of loved ones –
names engraved for perpetuity.
Polenta cools on my marble slab
and when I work it
I use my mothers wooden rolling-pin,
polished with the use of many years.
Wood, stone and I,
retain memories within each line.
Vickie Farquhar (Copyright) May 2005
It's been a while since I've posted any poetry. I guess my Muse was taking a bit of a holiday while I sorted the rest of my life out. This is my entry into Workshop Challenge #66 at About Poetry.
If any of you have poetic aspirations, About Poetry is a great place to throw your work to the wolves.