The View from Mattie’s Pillow

ASRA is in week 2 and the kids are writing along.  Here’s a poem that I wrote in response to a journal prompt the other day:

Farm Stand, Snow Hill

I can see the top of the plank

that holds cantaloupe, slices of watermelon,

tightly wrapped corn–the green seersucker

husks, the ragged brown tassel–every

splinter jagged through white paint,

every fly walking squat-legged,

tapping its tongue on sweetness.

My grandfather’s hand rests on my head

as he talks.  The man with the fruit

looks down at me from shimmering

air.  They laugh.  I feel the heat

on parts of my hair that stick

out from his shading


“There,” the man says,

“she’ll like this.”

He hands down a white paper

dish.  In it, golden, glistening

the perfect hexagons

of wax pressing against each

other, ragged at the edges,

honey so sweet I cough

on sweetness, then chew

and chew and chew.

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2 Responses to “The View from Mattie’s Pillow”

  1. Glow Says:

    WONDERFUL images! Esp the heat on head contrast with shade of hand and the coughing sweetness of the honeycomb. One of your finest works, and an excellent tribute to summer 😉

  2. mattiespillow Says:

    Thanks, Glow. It’s turning out to be a good summer for bees, too.

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