April is National Poetry Month. Let's celebrate! 😎🎉 It's very cool to be able to write poetry. Somehow I equate poetry with the musical genre jazz. It can be so colorful. Even though I write fiction, I appreciate a good piece of poetry.
I used to listen to my dad tell stories of yesteryear when he worked at a dairy. He even had the displeasure to be kicked by a cow. Here is a little poem inspired by his stories. Enjoy!
The Joy of Milking
The morning breathes of bloodied spider lilies
and she saunters about looking for me,
scarlet matching her
hide of ivory and
auburn patchwork.
She lets me reach
for full udders to sterilize
as she eats
complacent
with a payment
of silo for the load that will be homogenized.
Pressing my head into her dimpled hip,
I squeeze,
release,
and pause
for the sound of milk
pelting dented tin.
The spider lilies are shivering
under dew-filled shawls.
Silo is a mixture of young corn plants that have been
crushed and allowed to start the decaying process. All cows adore the smell and the taste of
this feed.
