Tuesday, August 03, 2010

August Postcard Poetry Fest, days 1 and 2

It's August.  And that means several things here.  First, it means local tomatoes, something especially to celebrate since last year we lost all our tomatoes to late blight.  Second it means our family holiday and some much needed down time for all of us together.  Third, and to the point of this blogpost, it means it's Postcard Poetry Fest time. 

I participated in this for the first time 2 summers ago, and will be writing a poem a day to be sent to one of 31 participating poets.  As I did two years ago, I will have a combination of traditional postcards and ones I've made using photographs my husband has taken. When I can, I will post the actual postcards, front and back, though that will be harder when we are on the road.

Here are my first two:




Raspberry/Preserve

In each spoon, sun and rain.
The subtle prick of thorn, rustle
of dried cane. The roil of red
foam in an enameled pot, clink
of pint jars, lids and bands 
seal out ripe decay, keep
the killing frost at bay.



Wedding party, Osh, Kyrgyzstan, 2009 photo by N. Halin




Not My Grandmother

She reminds me of her, the old
country on her tongue until the end,
the taste of tea slurped from a spoonful
of jam.  She doesn't speak Yiddish,
never emigrated from Poland or Russia.

She is not my grandmother
but I danced with her at the wedding.
I was six again, all my great
aunts and uncles spoiled me, slipping
stories like candy from deep pockets.

2 comments:

  1. 'Not my grandmother' is delightful. I feel like I might have been there, you pressed so much atmosphere into a few words.

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  2. Thank you so much! A year ago, we were traveling through Krygyzstan, and I'm hoping to use many of the photos my husband took there for this years postcard poems.

    We attended the wedding of our former exchange student and this was one of her relatives. She (and the entire family) welcomed us with open arms and endless smiles, even though we couldn't speak on another's languages.

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