Readin’ My Way from a Suburban Porch Smack Dab into My Mama’s Lap
Holler talk refrains
Curve round my brain,
Fire up a itch for the shadow and glow
Of country folk broken and brought up by coal
And winding kudzu-covered roads.
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I especially love the way the title and poem talk to each other
Thanks, Gaby. Usually a title comes easy to me after the poem is done, but this one wrestled with me for at least as long as the poem itself. Good to know it did its job. 🙂
Love this- it’s like a perfect package of words.
What a lovely compliment! Thanks.
What Gaby said!
Fire up a itch for the shadow and glow
Of country folk broken and brought up by coal (Wow!)
Love:
Fire up a itch for the shadow and glow
Of country folk broken and brought up by coal
Thanks, Linda and Pam. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
I do like how the rhyme works here as well as the content. And kudzu covered roads really places me in that lands a cape place
Thanks, Kim. Rhyme is not usually much my thing, but I like to play with it sometimes. 🙂