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| Some people call these "ditch lilies", others call them "gas station lilies". |
Give Us This Day
After the fireworks
day lilies go
on firing rockets,
flames licking
old stone walls.
Orange lilies
stand by brightly
in pastures, ditches.
In a dooryard
an old house
adds its paint,
chip by chip,
to their riotous act.
The roadside mower
lifts the cutter bar
to spare their necks.
In a new-mown field
he leaves an island blazing.
On my salad,
three day lilies.
One by one
their tongues
awaken my taste
for something wild.
My mother nods
in her chair.
Lilies nod in a vase.
Petals fall on the
west window sill.
Jeanloretta July 2006
Jeanne Bartlett lives, reads, and writes, beside an old mill
site on a brook. Jeanne and her husband, raised five children on the family homestead where she spent her childhood. As the children
grew, so did the scraps of paper holding verses, small, sometimes larger. They
describe or sketch the world as she sees it. Some of her work can be found in:
Hall, Sidney Jr. and Weddle, Joan., ed. A Thin Time: An anthology of the all souls' day poets. Brookline, New Hampshire: Hobblebush Books, 2004.
Hall, Sidney Jr. and Weddle, Joan., ed. A Thin Time: An anthology of the all souls' day poets. Brookline, New Hampshire: Hobblebush Books, 2004.
