Songs of
Eretz Poetry Review is
pleased to present “Wild Sorrell” by Carol Hamilton, Poet of the Month. Ms.
Hamilton will also be serving as the guest judge for the Songs of Eretz Poetry
Award Contest, which will run from September 1 to October 15, 2015. A detailed biography of Ms. Hamilton
may be found here: http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/2015/08/songs-of-eretz-poetry-review-poet-of.html. The contest guidelines
may be previewed here: http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/p/songs-of-eretz.html.
Carol Hamilton
Loved weed of childhood,
eye tooth taste and tiny yellow
trumpet flower, clover-leafed,
now my enemy, the way it wraps
itself, winding around roots,
insinuates itself, a hanger on,
hides beneath desired
plants. But it did not hide then,
did not need to. No one
hunted it down as I do now.
Unwanted things turn crafty,
and I hate the way I’ve become
the watchdog of my world,
patrol my borders, snarl
at whatever dares disturb my plan,
a vague envisioned paradise
I have lost and keep chasing off
at every least encroachment.
Poet’s
Notes: “Wild
Sorrell” speaks of the lost delights of childhood, a paradise lost in the
pursuit of some hoped for paradise I might create myself. I feel a strong
sensory response to the words “eye tooth taste.” It is sharp and lemony and
sour.
Editor’s
Note: The
difference between an herb and a weed is sometimes but its usefulness to
man. I enjoy the colorful weeds
that grow on the medians and on the sides of the roads in Kansas, but rip out
the same, albeit with mixed feelings, when they get into my herb garden. “Wild Sorrell” was originally published in Ship of Fools.
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