poem from Jonathan Skinner

The Field
(Gary Lawless and Kimberly Callas)

sparrows' eggs
sit in satchels
in a wicker portal

constellated
like the pleiades
seven sisters
each in a satchel

counted by the
spindle headed
pigtail belted
star pierced
bearer of fortunes

a spirit in a cave
stares at the beehive
over a sunny portal

a halcyon sunflower with
honeycomb on the brain,

this piece is breaking frames
like a field of sunflowers
one seed at a time

Jonathan Skinner

I also thought of William Carlos Williams:

"It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force...
the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower"

("Queen Anne's Lace")

Thanks for opening some portals!
Jonathan Skinner