The Acres

The Acres

A Poem by Catherine Donavon
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This is a series of four poems inspired by walks in a special nature preserve.

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I.
A sea of black-eyed Susans beckons me.
Wild oats catch at my sleeve as I walk by.
They would save me from drowning
in a wave of black and gold.
I can think
of no more lovely way
to die.

II.
A single dark stain mars the white round of lace
at the chin of My Lady Queen Anne.
Is it a droplet of royal purple blood
or a spotlet of black currant jam?

III.
don't let the butter
fly 
too near the sun
to soften in the heat
and melt and run
and leave a yellow stain
upon the sky
too near the sun
don't let the butter
fly

IV.
The woodchuck scurries up his holey hill
And starts to see a stranger standing still
Upon the path that passes near his gate.

His red-brown coat reflects in summer's eye,
A flash against the earth's own dull brown dye
That makes the meadow-walker hesitate.

Their eyes meet for a moment black to green.
The woodchuck, more reluctant to be seen,
At once retreats behind a knobby knoll.

The lady (rather nosy) peeks around
And spies a reddish flash against the ground
As woodchuck hurries down his hilly hole.

As brief a meeting as you're apt to find
Delights the lonely meadow-walker's mind.

© 2019 Catherine Donavon


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A very nice walk indeed, Catherine. Wonderful images. Particularly enjoy the 1st stanza . . . being reluctantly saved by the wild oats! First time I've ever heard of one being rescued by their "wild oats!"
The use of the name "woodchuck" caught my eye. Seems that "groundhog" is the customary name. Back where I grew up in Northeast PA we called them woodchucks. Thanks for taking us to your favorite nature preserve. Welcome to the site . . . hope you enjoy your walkabout.
Tom

Posted 1 Month Ago


I agree with Relic...a breath of fresh air is what your writing gives us.
your first piece brought me back to my favorite place...Ryegate, VT....
the pastures, the black-eyed susans....every farm a postcard..

as kids we constantly walked the pastures among the cows...
thanks for taking me back there.
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


I must say your writing is a very refreshing change for me on this site. Each poem made me smile at the end. Well done and welcome to WC. :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


Catherine Donavon

1 Month Ago

Thank you for the welcome. I'm enjoying reading other writers' work. So much talent here.
A very interesting piece of poetry. Well Done.

Posted 1 Month Ago



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Catherine Donavon
Catherine Donavon

Santa Fe, NM



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I am a 71 year old woman currently living in Santa Fe, NM, but in the process of selling my home and hitting the road to live as a nomad. I am a singer/songwriter, actor, director, painter and writer... more..

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