Tag: Louise Glück

  • Summer Image Prompt

    Photo by Anthony Flaco
    Photo by Anthony Flaco

    Summer. The season when daylight and warm temperatures prevail and vacation plans come to fruition. Unless of course you are a gardener – in which case you have probably been examining seed catalogs since February and plotting flower beds and furrows on graph paper since January.

    For this first week of June, which marks the seasonal beginning of the summer season if not the astronomical, write a summer inspired poem. That is, write a poem based on whatever summer images inspire you, whether its swimming pools and car trips, camping by the lake or in the foothills, or canning tomatoes in a steamy kitchen.

    Or perhaps you are a person who prefers winter months over summer and who finds summer not so much an inspiration as something to survive. Feel free to use your discontent as fodder for your poem.

    Below is a summer inspired poem  to spark a creative flame (or a bit of malcontent) to help get you started:

    Vespers
    by Louise Glück

    In your extended absence, you permit me
    use of earth, anticipating
    some return on investment. I must report
    failure in my assignment, principally
    regarding the tomato plants.
    I think I should not be encouraged to grow
    tomatoes. Or, if I am, you should withhold
    the heavy rains, the cold nights that come
    so often here, while other regions get
    twelve weeks of summer. All this
    belongs to you: on the other hand,
    I planted the seeds, I watched the first shoots
    like wings tearing the soil, and it was my heart
    broken by the blight, the black spot so quickly
    multiplying in the rows. I doubt
    you have a heart, in our understanding of
    that term. You who do not discriminate
    between the dead and the living, who are, in consequence,
    immune to foreshadowing, you may not know
    how much terror we bear, the spotted leaf,
    the red leaves of the maple falling
    even in August, in early darkness: I am responsible
    for these vines.

    Share your poem in the comments section below.