This poem is such a beautiful picture of what are nights are like in the Deep South. They days are scalding and the nights are "Bone-idle and coral pink." I can't find very much information on Mary Hamrick except that she "was born in New York and moved to Florida when she was a young girl. Her writing often reflects the contrast between her Northern and Southern upbringing." From decomP, a literary magazine.
At the International War Veterans Poetry Archives, I found this quote:
She once read, “We cannot know what quality a thing possesses when it is unknown.” She feels that it is important not to tuck away the things you like to do--one must focus on this moment of discovery (writing poetry) and hope for a startling consequence: professional acknowledgment and/or self-fulfillment.
I'm all for the startling consequence!
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| Woman on Porch by Clovis Heimsath |
Hot Summer Nights
by Mary Hamrick
It haunts me so
those summer nights
in dim lit homes
where music flows
and tempers flare
and lullabies fill the air.
I while away the hours
under the electric swell of light,
(pulse-scorched out).
Bone-idle and coral pink,
this dry spell grills,
but Southern nights do fill me.
Read the rest here.
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