{"id":1520,"date":"2019-10-07T01:41:54","date_gmt":"2019-10-07T01:41:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=1520"},"modified":"2019-09-26T01:46:54","modified_gmt":"2019-09-26T01:46:54","slug":"two-poems-by-maggie-babb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2019\/10\/07\/two-poems-by-maggie-babb\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems by Maggie Babb"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Maggie Babb is a working poet and prose writer with an interest in Investigative and Documentary Poetics. She is a member of the Hollowdeck Writers Guild in Maryland, USA.\u00a0She lives with her African Grey parrot and German Shepherd. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n


Echo Farm<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the stove braising ribs stands a mother.
\nEvening light straddles the barn.
\nAcross grazed fields the girl rides her pony
\nchoosing to wait under the trees
\nfor her trusted confidant, the moon.
\nAround her play the elementals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They come in different shapes, these elementals
\nimperceptible to the mother
\nwho denies her connection to the moon
\nand seldom ventures into the barn
\nor wanders out under the trees
\nwhere stands the trusty little pony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This little dappled grey pony
\nis envoy to the elementals
\nwho live among the trees
\nunacknowledged by the mother.
\nA sanctuary masquerading as a barn
\nwaits ready under the cold moon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In all her rich fullness the moon,
\nprotector to the child and pony,
\nconducts lessons in the barn
\nunder the gaze of the elementals
\nstanding between child and mother
\nguarded all around by trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Deep rooted and wise, the trees
\noak, pine, hemlock, apple, serve the moon.
\nUnnoticed, they minister to the mother
\nwho allows the child to have the pony
\nprearranged by the elementals
\nunder the cover of the barn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The old stone and timbered barn
\nstill stands among the trees
\ntended by the elementals
\nand the waning, worm moon.
\nLong gone is the pony
\nand the fretful, absent mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moon reflects the memory of the pony.
The absolved mother sleeps under the trees
while the elementals watch over the barn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


upon leaving Welcome Home Farm<\/p>\n\n\n\n

another morning dawns clear and bright
\nthe songs of nuthatch, wren and bluebird thrill
\nmy heart joins the songs that break the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n

how can I say farewell and stay upright?
\ntell me! I beg the nodding daffodil
\nanother morning dawns clear and bright<\/p>\n\n\n\n

across the farm the mist gives way to light
\nand in me leaps a joy that rolls and rills
\nmy heart joins the songs that break the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n

from ice and snow to summer\u2019s deep delight
\nevery season serves from bog to hill
\nanother morning dawns clear and bright<\/p>\n\n\n\n

countless gifts flow in, my heart ignites
\nas this chapter closes with goodwill
\nmy heart joins the songs that break the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n

with gratitude and grace I\u2019ll shift my sight
\nand now I\u2019ll say good-bye with angels\u2019 skill
\nanother morning dawns clear and bright
\nmy heart joins the songs that wake the night<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Maggie Babb is a working poet and prose writer with an interest in Investigative and Documentary Poetics. She is a member of the Hollowdeck Writers Guild in Maryland, USA.\u00a0She lives with her African Grey parrot and German Shepherd. Echo Farm At the stove braising ribs stands a mother. Evening light straddles the barn. Across grazed … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1520","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-ow","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1520","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1520"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1520\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1526,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1520\/revisions\/1526"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1520"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1520"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1520"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}