Holding Up The Sky
We women who walk the earth
petaled with phlox and rhododendrons,
delight in flushing out its beauty
We women are fields of purple daisies
gathered in crystal vases,
singing the virtues of sunshine
Spring is all a ruckus;
squirrels pitching walnuts,
a clarinet and robin duet,
a whistling bamboo, and howling dogs too!
We women have extraterrestrial ears
magnetic mammaries, heliotropic hands,
and contentment coursing through our veins
We women are muses
drawn to barnyards,
arbors, and orchards,
laden with poetry
Where hens cackle all day,
proud of their creations
made fresh from scratch
We women travel light,
when our eggs are all gone
love's what keeps us moving
On we climb
guided by sisterly sherpas,
who have been to where we’re going
Above the Redwood spires
where diamonds - set in blue,
crown our heads each night
We women are living circles,
some fixed - certain as science,
some wandering -
tethered only by their imagination
We women hold each other up
and let the sky
rest on our shoulders
Emily Bording moved in 1969 from the crowds of New York to the live among the coastal redwoods. She has been published twice in Porter Gulch Review and has attended two Catamaran Literary conferences. In 2016 she was invited, as the featured poet at UCSC and Poetry Santa Cruz. She attends regular poetry writing and editing groups. Emily is also the facilitator of "The Webb Writer's Feedback Group".
We women who walk the earth
petaled with phlox and rhododendrons,
delight in flushing out its beauty
We women are fields of purple daisies
gathered in crystal vases,
singing the virtues of sunshine
Spring is all a ruckus;
squirrels pitching walnuts,
a clarinet and robin duet,
a whistling bamboo, and howling dogs too!
We women have extraterrestrial ears
magnetic mammaries, heliotropic hands,
and contentment coursing through our veins
We women are muses
drawn to barnyards,
arbors, and orchards,
laden with poetry
Where hens cackle all day,
proud of their creations
made fresh from scratch
We women travel light,
when our eggs are all gone
love's what keeps us moving
On we climb
guided by sisterly sherpas,
who have been to where we’re going
Above the Redwood spires
where diamonds - set in blue,
crown our heads each night
We women are living circles,
some fixed - certain as science,
some wandering -
tethered only by their imagination
We women hold each other up
and let the sky
rest on our shoulders
Emily Bording moved in 1969 from the crowds of New York to the live among the coastal redwoods. She has been published twice in Porter Gulch Review and has attended two Catamaran Literary conferences. In 2016 she was invited, as the featured poet at UCSC and Poetry Santa Cruz. She attends regular poetry writing and editing groups. Emily is also the facilitator of "The Webb Writer's Feedback Group".