Petrichor; or, The Smell of Wet Earth

not-quite Journaling, 60

“They watch me to see what kind of woman I’ll be. A bad woman. The kind of woman that don’t let herself get taken so easily. A feisty woman. A woman of machetes and undiluted rum. A woman with painful stories and the bravery to claim them.” ~ MLM

10/2/2023: Like in the quote, the poems in Melania Luisa Marte’s collection sing (and roar) thoughts of roots, defiance, community, and a well-loved self.

 

To feel magic,
stick your fingers in the dirt.
To craft magic,
plant a well-loved seed.
To see magic,
care for each sprout and watch it
grow into fruit--
the harvest of your work is always
a taste of real magic.

10/4/2023: I’ve harvested the last of this year’s tomatoes. All right, almost the last… since there are a few left in my Charlie Brown tomato tree.

 

Gift me
the smell of wet earth,
the chaos and strange of rain
untouched,
a devastating moment
alone.

 - for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #98: Earth, Air, Fire, Water.