From the inside-out, the inner poet escapes, needing to express....
there is def a connection to the earth we are missing these days...where our hands prep the food...or even knowing whose hands...and in that, i think we have lost something...
"Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves."
This is the second response to Magpie's prompt I've seen and now I understand why it brings to mind Wordsworth's "The Solitary Reaper." Beautiful work with the form, Ginny.
There's a real sense of urgency conveyed here; getting the harvest in before the rains. Very well crafted.
... this is beautiful, Ginny. Poetry and presentation.
I like the hope you see even though the storms approach hard work will reap rewards.
Splendid! You always amaze with your beautiful, well chosen words.
It's a beautiful tribute to women of the harvests.
Such a beautiful response to the image...and yes, I hear bringing in the sheaves....
fruits of labor will sustain...full of hope and promise.
Beautifully done!Anna :o]
This reads like a prayer, a beautiful petition of hope and grace. I love the grain to bread imagery woven throughout.
Thank you for reading my poetry and sharing your thoughts.