Wendy Ingersoll is a piano teacher residing outside Wilmington, Delaware. Her book of poems Grace Only Follows was recently published by March Street Press, and was awarded first place in the 2010 National Federation of Press Women Communications Contest, book of verse division. Her chapbook River, Farm was published in 2005 by Bay Oak Publishers. Her poems have appeared in Caesura, Worcester Review, Potpourri, Controlled Burn, The Broadkill Review and others, and won first prize in the Milton Poetry Festival 2009, Delaware Literary Connection 2009 and 2008, and Rehoboth Writers Guild 2007. She is a graduate of Mount Holyoke College and has three grown children and four grandchildren.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Enjoy #NationalPoetryMonth with Wendy Ingersoll's "Between Me and the Far Trees"
Between Me and the Far Trees
a drainage ditch draws a straight line
down the middle of the field and into
the next, collecting sticks, bugs, clots of earth,
spilling them onward the way Bach
floats a phrase into the next measure,
the way forgiveness
must be ferried into tomorrow.
So I paddle forward that moment
my husband said he was leaving. At dark
this ditch is where my father would scout,
snap on his torch to shine in the eyes
of a big bullfrog hunkered in the mud,
retinas reflecting the light until
he shot between them with his 22. He mostly stalked
have within a bit of sitting duck. Like
ducks— in the house there hangs from the ceiling
a clean-shot mallard, wound
patched, wings spread, dead head
glossy-green as new spring leaves.
It was traveling a line south or north,
wanting, like us, warmth or propagation,
when it spied our field, circled.
Now it floats below our ceiling,
looking as if it longs to land.