Share This Poem: “His Word in Rural Illinois,” by Ellen Stone.
“… woman’s body like a metal safe —
these flatlands …”
Our “Small Things, Partial Cures” theme continues with a remarkable poem by Ellen Stone. You can download a full-size broadside by clicking on the poem below — or scroll down to read in plain format.
Red-winged blackbirds peal in the slough
of demigods, back-door bickering —
woman’s body like a metal safe —
these flatlands. Such jubilation
for the plow. This Limestone Baptist,
small heralding here in the midland
while roadside fields dry, waiting.
My rapist, sorrows, my abortions —
constituent policing while our girls’
loves, boyfriends, & assailants,
teeth glinting with easy answers — Baby!
Hold off the hounds who leer & promise.
O, gatherer of the daily bread, psalmist,
leave me full of God’s mercy.
This church tells me unborn babies are safe.
Fields blanket the rich horizon, but
the combination’s held in their small hands.
Daughters, their girlhood lusting —
Baby, you are so beautiful, come here!
These boyfriends, molesters, my fears …
Where is the holy word proclaimed?
Who begat my girlhood lusting,
woman-self, my miscarriages, babies?
That a woman can find safety, too?
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Ellen Stone’s recent poems have appeared in Passages North, The Collagist, The Citron Review, The Museum of Americana, and Fifth Wednesday. She is the author of a collection, The Solid Living World.
Potato field image: MaxPixels.
