Our Poetry Thursday challenge for this week was another image challenge. This week, I decided to step into a photo I took a few weeks ago...
Walnut Memories
At the sight of a black walnut
I'm transported back to my childhood
I feel the briskness of the fall air around me
Susie the beagle runs circles around my legs
The scent of walnut is strong
As I stand under the branches of the tree
My worn sneakers slowly turn brown
As I stomp on the walnuts
Seperating them from their outer husk
The walnuts dry
Smelling like heaven
The shell's juice still staining your hands
I wear a pair of worn brown gloves
Taking the hammer in my small hands
I sit the nut on the cold concrete porch
I hit the walnut with all of my might
It's shell cracks open
Revealing the delicious nut inside
I glance to make sure no one is in sight
And toss a small nut inside my mouth
Savoring the taste of fall
9 comments:
Although I don't think we ate them, I remember helping with this task and the staining of gloves and hand. Many memories here--I can see how the photo inspired you.
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My Walnut Memories
Your post reminded me of when I lived in Christchurch when Billy was a baby. We had a walnut tree in our backyard. I remember sitting under it and enjoying the warm summer(?) sun beaming down on me. I love nuts, any nuts, I love them all. So I would gather the nuts and crack them open and have a feast there on the green grass under the tree with the sun beaming on me. Happy memories of a not so happy time in my life. I had post natal depression, Billys dad was abusive yet thanks to you my friend I am able to find and recall a happy time :)
I admire the attention to the sensual details here, the smell, the decay, and the brown amid all the wet, and then that hard shell with that wonderful meat inside. Vivid and immediate.
Yum! This definitely brings back many memories of doing the same, especially the sneaking part! We had 5 walnut trees in the front yard by the road. I like any kind of nuts too.
Oh! This brought back my own similar memories of cracking pecans on the concrete back doorstep with the hammer - delicious! Love the poem, Jana.
wonderfully evocative details here.
this is so wonderful ... i am wow'd :)
Jana, I love this poem. It's wonderful!!
PS...I just realized I totally forgot to email you about the last quiz...sorry. But if you still need to, you know where to reach me, yes? :-)
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