Corn Song

Scarecrow flapping in the dead corn
as the axehead separates the wood’s heart
for the open stove.
Blue-grey and hazel your chapel eyes
brighten this winter night
buried under a dusting of calm snow.
The wind fills the distances with an owl,
I climbed a splintered ladder into the loft,
this bed your body in star porcelain.

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky, USA. Red Paint Hill published his first collection, Ring the Sycamore Sky.

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