Sleeping on Sunlight
April 03, 2013
Putting bed pillows onto the grass to freshen, it’s a pretty
humble subject for a poem, but look how Kentucky
poet, Frank Steele, deftly uses a sun-warmed pillow to bring back the comfort
and security of childhood. [Introduction by Ted Kooser.]
Part of a Legacy
Part of a Legacy
I take pillows outdoors to sun them
as my mother did. “Keeps bedding
fresh,”
she said. It was April then, too—
buttercups fluffing their frail sails,
one striped bee humming grudges, a crinkle
of jonquils. Weeds reclaimed bare
ground.
All of these leaked somehow
into the pillows, looking odd where they
simmered all day, the size of hams, out of
place
on grass. And at night I could feel
some part of my mother still with me
in the warmth of my face as I dreamed
baseball and honeysuckle, sleeping
on sunlight.
4 comments
I love this one, Kathy! What imagery.
ReplyDeleteKathy M.
I love the imagery of sleeping on sunlight!
ReplyDeleteWe just bought new pillows recently, and they have a rather unpleasant smell to them that I know from experience will go away in a couple of weeks. I should do this with them! Instead, I put them in a bathroom to air out - not the same at all!
ReplyDeleteCheryl--Just imagine how delicious they'd smell after hanging out in the sun for a while!
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