DOWN ON THE FARM (Free Verse Prose)
DOWN ON THE FARM
OVINES & BOVINES
BAAING & MOOING,
DOWN ON THE FARM.
SCATTERED ACROSS
THE VERDANT GREEN
OVINES & BOVINES
TUGGING & CHEWING,
BLEATING & BELLERING.
BULL THISTLES –
FROSTED PURPLE CREWCUTS
ON BULBOUS FACES
ABOVE TALL SPIKY
MULTI-LIMBED TORSOS –
SKIRT POLE AND BARBWIRE FENCES
THAT CRISS CROSS
DOWN ON THE FARM
LIKE AN IMMENSE
PATCHWORK QUILT.
LITTLE PAMSIE IVIES
CAPARISONED WOOLY
BLOUSES OF DAYLILY PAISLEYS
ABOVE EMERALD COURDEROY SKIRTS,
ENCIRCLE THE OCTOGANAL
CANDY CANE FARMHOUSE.
IVY FESTOONERY WRIGGLES
IN THE CRISP
LOAM-LADEN BREEZE
RUSTLING LIKE DRY GOURDS.
OINKY BOINKY SQUEALERS
DIRTY PINK PUNKERS
SLAM DANCING WILDLY
GRUNT, SLURP, SLAM
GRUNT, SLURP, SLAM
CRUSHED OATS MIXED
WITH AROMATIC ORANGE RINDS,
LONG FEATHERY GREEN CARROT-TOPS,
RANK, WEEK-OLD BEEF VEGGIE SOUP,
& SCUMMY SOUR MILK
GRUNT, SLURP, SLAM
GRUNT, SLURP, SLAM.
OINKY BOINKY SQUEALERS
DIRTY PINK PUNKERS
STILETTO HOOVES
PUMPING MADLY
ON SPINDLY LEATHERY LEGS.
ORGANIC CHISEL PLOWS
THAT CHURN THE FETID
SWAMPY SLIME IN FRONT
OF THE LONG GALVANIZED HOG TROUGH
GRUNT, STOMP, SLAM
GRUNT, STOMP, SLAM.
SLOWLY I RUN MY HANDS
OVER THE ROUGH,
YEARS UNPAINTED
WEATHERED GATE.
PAUSING I SQUARE MY SHOULDERS,
THEN BREATHE DEEPLY,
INHALING THE HEADY AROMA
OF HAY, SILAGE & MANURE,
RELIVING A FLOOD OF MEMORIES
AS THE OLFACTORIAL FOG
AGGRESSIVELY SWELLS & EXPANDS,
DISPENSED BY THE WINDS
TO OTHER NOSES
LESS APPRECIATIVE THAN MINE.
ONE LAST LINGERING MOMENT
BEFORE DEPARTING
MY BOYHOOD HOME
I ATTEND THE CAMPESTRAL OPERA
OF MY FATHER’S FIELDS –
OVINES & BOVINES
BAAING & MOOING,
CRUNCHING & MUNCHING,
DOWN ON THE FARM.
VOCABULARY LIST:
OVINES: SHEEP OR SHEEP LIKE, PLURAL
BOVINES: CATTLE OR CATTLE LIKE, PLURAL
VERDANT: ABUNDANT VEGETATION
BULBOUS: BULB LIKE
CAPARISONED: DRESSED IN
OCTOGANOL: 8 SIDED
FESTOONERY: DECORATIVE VINES
STILETTO: TYPE OF KNIFE
FETID: HAVING AN OFFENSIVE SMELL
OLFACTORIAL: HAVING TO DO WITH SCENT
CAMPESTRAL: FIELDS OR COUNTRYSIDES
WAYNE O’CONNER
NOVEMBER 2010