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Book of Labours, Canaan, catharsis, hawking, pig sticking, reaping, sickle, sowing, threshing, vintage
We have just had Harvest Thanksgiving, so here’s an
old creation for you, in the manner of a Medieval Book of
Labours:
The Perpetual Calendar
I
In January
he drinks by the fire,
mulling things over.
II
An icy landscape:
he raises his sharp axe blade,
then floats logs downstream.
III
March is for digging
and setting seeds in the fields;
sowing what they’ll reap.
IV
A flowering branch
is borne in April:
fertility sign?
V
Hawking is fine sport,
though not as lively as love-
but the bird is faithful.
VI
Hats keep off the sun.
It is the month of mowing.
All flesh is as grass.
VII
Sickles cutting corn…
thick- fleeced sheep need to be shorn.
It’s hot wearing boots.
VIII
Threshing with a flail,
his mouth set in a grim line
of concentration.
IX
Now vintage is here.
Grape clusters are as large
as those in Canaan.
X
Birds snatch winter seed
as fast as he can sow it.
Is there no respite?
XI
Knocking down acorns
provides some variety
and will plump his pigs.
XII
Pig – sticking’s grim work:
a December catharsis-
feasting, then fasting.
cindy knoke said:
Fascinating!
Candia said:
Thanks. No one remarked on it when I posted it in 2012. Shows it is worth the occasional re-blog!
tmezpoetry said:
Love this~
Candia said:
Thanks- more (similar) to come…
Kamila Pala said:
Really nice and interesting 🙂 post! Bye. K