The Leasing of The Top Paddock – NaPoWriMo 2017, day twenty two – prompt: georgic poem

The Leasing of The Top Paddock


There was always the kitchen garden.

but there was more than that;

Father leased the paddock,

that later we learned was never

in the full, small farm title. I remember

the farmer, from whom he supposedly,

purchased it, a man whose greater acres

and investments put him in good position.

He was kindly, never showed resentment

at the few extra shillings my father

managed to earn.


Not leasing the land he fairly owned,

Father ploughed it, and set his children

to planting and weeding and harvesting.

He rotated his crops and sold them

to small local outlets.


One year we picked and bagged peas,

the next potatoes, and then

there were onions. For many years

Father kept those georgic furrows tilled.


When he’d begun it was for cows

and the milking; the rich cream

collected for the butter factory.

And the side products, little piglets

who slobbered the full troughs of fresh

raw milk and the toss-outs. Whose

organic hocks were, by Father, made

into home-smoked bacon when later

slaughtered. It was all georgic,

all organic. Guinea pigs, as pets

came to the milking sheds, squeaking

and irritating the herd. They, sad little

creatures, died out in their own directions.

They just slowly disappeared.


There was a kitchen garden.

There was a leased paddock,

There were crops.


Now there’s a big storage shed

and yards. The small holding

merged back to the kindly farmer’s

descendants; their huge acres given

over to wheat. We complain

at genetic engineering. I think

the kindly farmer might also

have had concerns. That never

happened when Father leased

out his paddock. It was all georgic.

It was organic back then.

Benita H. Kape © 22.4.2017

Last but not least, here is our prompt for the day (optional, as always). In honor of Earth Day, I’d like to challenge you to write a georgic. The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war. The georgic was revived by British poets in the eighteenth century, when the use of land was changing both due to the increased use of enlightenment farming techniques and due to political realignments such as the union of England, Scotland, and Wales.

Your Georgic could be a simple set of instructions on how to grow or care for something, but it could also incorporate larger themes as to how land should be used (or not used), or for what purposes.


Not Faces But Toes – NaPoWriMo 2017, day twenty one – prompt: overheard speech


Not Faces But Toes


It is what I would call

new country; these pictures

on my wall. We have no little faces.

Here we have tiny toes imprinted.

We have the full infant foot

for Angus at three months.

But for his big sister;

soon to reach her third year,

she gives us the upper pad

of the mid-foot. And, there’s

the quirk, genetic history;

unusually long toes which

tells me as many stories

as their infant faces might.

All puns intended; each with

a strong foothold. But it is very

different to have photographs

of toes.


It’s what I would call new county.


Benita H. Kape © 21.4.2017

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something you’ve heard on the radio, or a phrase you remember from your childhood, even something you overheard a coworker say in the break room! Use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch your poem. Your poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.