( after ImperfectedStone aka Poppy )
( a Sonnet )
I walk an endless mile with fringe that sways,
The pony beads, their colors, story tells.
My hair is braided on which sunrise plays,
And silver cones that jingle just like bells.
I hear the metered drumbeat as life’s clue.
For prairie fox and birds among the blades,
A lush great plains sweet grass ablaze with dew;
The foraging resumes as footstep fades.
It’s all my sanctuary and my friends;
The sky, the clouds & moon to rest beneath.
In sagebrush I hear prairie chicken hens,
I wear, of mustard green & mint, a wreath.
I take my basket filled with where I roam,
And go back to my home away from home.
My tribute to ImperfectedStone aka Poppy Banks
I started to get to know Poppy’s wonderful garden “Rockhollow”, where she lives in England, when we participated in DUP’s NaPoWriMo 2019 through last April. I became such an ardent follower of the beautifully detailed entries, there was no question in my mind how I would emulate Poppy’s soul-satisfying horticultural series. And, instead of an English garden, I have transported the reader to a region of the American Great Plains, where the speaker of “Sweet Grass” is my version of Poppy as an Arapaho woman. If you have yet to be introduced to her “Rockhollow” series, do yourself a huge favor and start reading, and be transformed. —Jade