mountain overlooking rice fields


for weeks our sun
lay hidden, inside
rain and obscurity

fragmented and forgotten
she lunged piercing
tree leaves penetrating

mountain tips and cutting
cutting fine each
new stem of rice

banana leaf torn
and palm trees
shred like ribbons

above the cane
inflorescence and tassel
all we had forgotten

to now simmer
in a broken mirror
(brown water)

and reflect her
her hot face
back unto herself

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

  • Daily Prompt: Simmer
  • I’m part of Post A Day 2017
  • Location: Pilar, Capiz (Philipppines)

rice fields in the Philippines

Free Verse, Poetry , , ,

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world (and their employees). In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.


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