by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
I want to know your body as I know
these sandstone cliffs behind our house-take treks
for weeks along your spine, traverse your neck
with slow, exploratory eyes and go
for long excursions on your limbs with no
set plan for how I might get home, except
to know that you will lead me there. I'll step
so lightly, leave no evidence. And oh,
the maps I'll make, my love, will not be made
of paper but of tune. No rise of you
will be unknown to me, no inch unsung.
I know topographies change by the day
that wind and water have their way. So true.
A good mapmaker's work is never done.
About the Author
Organic fruit grower, mother, and life-lover Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer lives in Southwest Colorado. Her books include Insatiable, If You Listen, and Charity: True Stories of Giving and Receiving. She is poet laureate of San Miguel County, sings with a 7-woman acappella group, Heartbeat, and has all kinds of poetic ideas for you on her website, wordwoman.com.
Bed of Roses Love Sonnet Contest Winner
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).