Pregnant with wheat

You were never the honeysuckle scent 
laden with a lushness of lust, not
the blush of a rosebud released from
its dew-prison a morning in June.

You are my breeze in the bending of wheat,
in swells; that gold in the movement of leaves,
You are the leavening raising my dough,
you’re the salt and bitterness buried in soil.

You are in my arms, stronger and better
when we stand on the pavement
wet from the rain that’s lashing your hair.

We gaze at the sky, forgiving our lapse
in consuming the love that was handed
in the pillowy loaves, pregnant with wheat.

Wheat Field behind Saint Paul Hospital with a Reaper by Vincent van Gogh

Rosemary guest hosts at dVerse with a prompt on wheat giving us some great example of Pablo Neruda’s use of wheat. I combined that with the art of Vincent van Gogh who have many paintings of wheat.

October 25, 2020

20 responses to “Pregnant with wheat

  1. Wow! This is indeed breathtaking and utterly beautiful. The way you entwine the imagery throughout your words is lovely, and the theme is communicated beautifully.

  2. You had me at “laden with the lushness of lust”. Sensual, romantic, enigmatic…”pregnant with wheat” indeed.

  3. Such passion and depth of emotions, inspired by Neruda’s poems. I specially admire:

    You are the leavening raising my dough,
    you’re the salt and bitterness buried in soil.

    That pregnant with wheat, is filled with symbolism, with plenty & harvest.

  4. kaykuala
    You are in my arms, stronger and better
    when we stand on the pavement
    wet from the rain that’s lashing your hair.

    Even in adverse conditions, the words of love can sustain two souls and hold on their own!

    Hank

  5. A beautiful love poem! I love the Van Gogh too, and my favourite line: ‘you’re the salt and bitterness buried in soil’ – it’s so unexpected in a love poem, so unsentimental yet moving.

  6. This is not the first time you and I have turned to van Gogh for inspiration, and I’m sure it won’t be the last, Björn. Those born on the land have a strong affiliation with it, with the plants that give them sustenance and wildflowers, which you have expressed so beautifully in the second stanza. You even made dough and loaves of bread sound romantic!
    By the way, when I was reading your poem, I clicked on something by mistake and got a message that you were being sent a message. Please ignore it.

  7. Powerful in its lust. And I adore Van Gogh so this poem, I savored in all its details and repetition of the direct comments to the reader, “You” who is the person the writer loves. Just a wonderful poem!

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