A Rondeau
The big corn field was gone today:
A machine crouched amid the fray
Like a locust after a feast
Near the side road facing southeast—
Likely to be gone by Sunday.
The corn had turned from day to day
Yellow-green to deep green array
Then the pallor of baker’s yeast…
The big corn field.
The next step: to plow all away
To let the shorn stubble decay
And the field would appear deceased
All—from north to south, west to east
Nothing left behind to convey
The big corn field.
Carol Smallwood’s over four dozen books include Women on Poetry: Writing, Revising, Publishing and Teaching, on Poets & Writers Magazine list of Best Books for Writers. Water, Earth, Air, Fire, and Picket Fences is a 2014 collection from Lamar University Press; Divining the Prime Meridian, is forthcoming from WordTech Editions. She has appeared in such journals as: Drunken Boat; The Writer’s Chronicle; The Main Street Rag; Jelly Bucket; English Journal.Carol has founded, supports humane societies.
Greetings!
This poem is lovely, deep and full of truth. Loved it. I remember myself writing a similar poem on corn fields.
Here it is : http://classicalpoets.org/meadows-of-corn-and-other-poetry-by-satyananda-sarangi/
Looking forward to reading more poems from you.
Regards
We have a large corn field near to us and your sense captures all of the harvest we witness. Thank you.