Today ~ March 19, 2014 -- An Alabama Cento – made up of borrowed lines of poems from “Whatever Remembers Us: Anthology of Alabama Poetry.” This poem of 14 lines could also be an unrhymed contemporary sonnet. The authors of these wonderful lines are copied beneath the poem that I am naming: “On The Ground Beneath My Feet” from a poem by Betty Spence called “Blackberry Picking,’ Please like Negative Capability Press. On The Ground Beneath My Feet Mother, I still hear your stories, My 17-year-old mother Raised in the projects of Montgomery Full of sorrowing wonder And the smell of red clay after rain, I close my eyes and search for truth. This is a day that seeks no documentation; Like children leaving home I hear them still . . . Those four black girls blown up Where politics is never really local. Faint echoes rise from graves. Full moon, midnight Though shameful sorrows haunt their history On the ground beneath my feet. Georgette Perry Gerald Barrax Mary Halliburton Eugene Walter Langston Hughes Joanne Ramey Cage T.J. Beitelman Helen Norris Phyllis Peck Michael S. Harper Robert Collins Diane Blakely Helen Blackshea Betty Spence.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 07:32:59 +0000
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