Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

Near the East Emma larkspur bind a damp curled place,

late in the evening our skin turning wet brown, sienna.

North tower bells at St. Georges find wind and stop here.

Sand plums grow and laugh at our eyes focused on distance.

Late in the evening our skin turning wet brown, sienna,

in land worn smooth as cellar stairs I follow your rising.

Sand plums grow and laugh at our eyes focused on distance,

forged near posts of honeysuckle, supple, warm and hazy.

In land worn smooth as cellar stairs I follow your rising.

North tower bells at St. Georges find wind and stop here.

Forged near posts of honeysuckle supple, warm and hazy.

Near the East Emma larkspur bind a damp curly place.

~ Scott McCloud

Much thanks to Coleman Barks/Rumi for the “plums laughing at our eyes” line.

Bio: Scott McCloud teaches, farms and writes near Walton, Kansas. His chapbook, Tallgrass Prairie Burn Cycle (2011 Full Metal Faith Press) features prairie, farming, sexuality and prayer as intimates. Market gardens, birding, hunting and fishing are touchstones and a childhood of churchly work ruptures his craft. He blogs at http://originalface.tumblr.com

Guest editor: Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg is the 2009-13 Kansas Poet Laureate, author or editor of 19 books, and founder of this site.

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Comments on: "Compline by Scott McCloud" (1)

  1. Scott–The imagery in this poem sets my brain spinning–a good thing and something every poem should do.

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