For Southern Women
Time was the voice of poets, she declared,
coming to rest in the shapes and sounds
of wildwood flowers, hidden in the late
mowing of a harvest’s movable nest.
Girls in the midst caught glimpses
of blackened shawls descending,
of poets cooking with light.
. . . . .
Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Titles by Adrienne Bond
and Kathryn Stripling Byer
Process: Pick and mix cento