To Eat One’s Fill Of Love: Poetry by John Grey

Two Poems

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ROOT CELLAR, NEW ENGLAND, 1832

 

Short, fat, purple gray beets,

cabbage hanging from the ceiling,

potatoes spotted brown like an old man’s head,

round onions, their sting packed hard.

pale-skinned squash,

some jolly parsnips like Christmas bells,

and carrots buried in a crate of sand

to thwart the claws of rats.

 

She sits on a box

in the cool of the root cellar,

eyes this year’s garden bounty.

wonders will it be enough

to last her family through the winter.

 

Once, it was just her and her husband.

And she asked the very same question regarding love.

 

 

AT THE RIGHT TIME

 

the times of day –

morning, midday, afternoon, night

 

the truer times of day –

warmth, inspiration, satisfaction, cozy

 

and the necessary times of day –

bathroom, bills, disagreement, disappointment

 

and then there’s 9.37 AM

or maybe 11.16PM

 

the first when an oriole

flutters into our yard

 

and the latter

as you roll over in bed,

brush against me momentarily –

 

I feel it my duty

to find names for these times of day –

epiphany, transcendence,

 

right place


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Perceptions and Sanskrit with work upcoming in South Carolina Review, Gargoyle, Owen Wister Review and Louisiana Literature.


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