Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a luring siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.
I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.
The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they as sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow,
thoroughly happy just to be alive.

if I had written this poem and was trying to title it, I would probably call it The Cunt of Mutha Earth. But that's just my native irreverence. I know that title wouldn't fly in polite society.

Perhaps something like I Rest In Her Nest

beautiful poem jweeble and welcome!!!!!! (I guess I didn´t say that to you yet!! )

I would call it just "hidden"!!!!!!!

i tend to inch over to a mother earth-ness title
luscious mama,
you and me, mama
sinking into mama earth

great poem
except for those red ants which bite me as i speak

I love this Poem.

I'd just call it "splay".

H

I find myself contemplating what is under the meadow.

"a sentient shield"

Love that bit,
the whole poem really.

I got some ideas for a titlethat are so dumb I hate to mention them.

Me and My Meadow

Or worse yet

Field of Dreams

I'll let you know if I think of any better
read the poem a couple more times.

thanks for the ideas; I think I'm going with splay.

great poem jw. took me there on this gorgeous sunny day.

~westie

splay sounds real good.........