Rime of Time: Poetry and Short Stories
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From the first chartreuse horizon to the final bend of Vera Road, Rime of Time is a beautiful journey through the soul. The lasting words of Bev Lethem Davis will inhabit my heart for years to come. - Anna Kittrell, Oklahoma's Best Author 2021, Oklahoma Living magazine.
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Rime of Time - Bev Lethem Davis
Rime of Time, Once
July 1998
Peculiar yellow light hits
bedroom window at dawn
I rise expecting
funnel clouds see
only memories carried
on the rime of time
Across chartreuse horizon
heavy with moisture
dream returns
Cottonwoods slap leaves
birds cease their flutter
Quiet seizes the yard
Mother grabs the baby
Sister takes her brother’s
hand and chases Mother
toward the house. I
turn, in dead air,
watch roof of henhouse
suck away from me into
yellow climate yet
we are safe
We edge out toward blue
heavens as horizon
dims Fear fades
Life passes in time
Keeping Time
I don’t sing
but I remember song
the song of the whippoorwill
the chit chit of squirrel
a toddler singing the abc’s
Rod Stewart crooning Maggie Mae
(I knew a Maggie Mae. Long-legged
Ali McGraw lookalike. Wonder where
she’s singing now?)
The sleep songs of the lowing cattle,
Cricket chirps doves calming coo
My written words are my
song, the rhythmic thrum in
the verses, repetition of sound
alliteration, metaphor
and the breath of voices reading
keeping the time of memory.
Evensong
April 2002
On a night without armor
melodies call to me from home
I inhale the music
of the creek-song babble
from below the house
where laughter hums from voices
at the supper table.
Fiestaware dishes clang.
Matching tinware glasses ping
and smell always of stale milk.
We all want the blue plate
but Mom saves it for Uncle Bob.
Through the open windows comes
the sawing-buzz-croon of traffic
from Highway 183 as it hurries past our house
all the way to Texas. My son will live there someday.
Night gathers the musty farm smells
on a chanting breeze that slaps
the cottonwood leaves awake.
From the feedlot behind the house
come the restless cattle vespers.
I don’t want to miss a thing.
I exhale.
I wonder.
How did I get here from there?
At the Conoco in Council Grove
May 2005
We pull into the gas station and a man
comes out, talking on his cell phone.
He lays it on top of the gas pump
tugs his cap and asks, What can I do ya for?
My husband answers, Fill ‘er up.
Then asks, Where can we find a bait shop?
Way-eell, drawls the man, up the road a piece
is one. If the owners got up yet, that is.
We laugh. He asks, You ever watch Newhart?
Remember the Darryl, Darryl and Darryl brothers?
Way-ell, that’s them. It ain’t the nicest place
in town. Then he asks us if we do much fishing.
We tell him only from the bank because
we didn’t bring a boat. He says, There’s another
bait shop up the highway north. It’s open if the
liquor sign is flashing ON. Bait Shop’s right
next to the liquor store. He removes the nozzle
from the car’s gas tank and glances
at the billfold my husband holds open, ready
to pay. You got wa-a-ay too much cash
in there. Let me relieve you of some.
He tips back his cap to check the gas pump
for what we owe. Looks like I’ll take forty dollars.
Mike hands him two twenties and he pockets the money,
picks up the cell phone, nods a thank you.
Hitching up his Levis, he walks back
into the station, talking into his cell
phone to whoever was waiting
to hear his words, whether wisdom or wit.
The Chicken Poem
May 1999
You can’t find women
who kill chickens anymore.
Women who trick a chick
into their hands then
grab it and twirl it
over their heads.
Women who wring that
chicken’s neck that way.
You can’t find women
who’ll lay that chicken
across a sawed-off
tree trunk and ax its
head off. That chick
will dance around
well, like a chicken with
its head cut off.
Then it’ll die.
You can’t find women
who’ll pour boiling water
over that chick then pluck it.
Women who’ll burn off
the chick’s quills over the
kitchen’s gas range.
Women who’ll cut it into
wings and drums and breasts,
flour it and fry it in oil.
"Best damned chicken
I ever ate," he’ll say.
You can’t find women
who’ll do that
anymore.
Christmas
District #4
1956
Round-bellied coal stove heats only a corner,
but parents’ pride warms the room.
Small stage, raised at the back
of a one-room schoolhouse is curtained off
by someone’s good sheets, loaned for the evening,
strung tight on wire to form stage left-stage right.
Nervous giggles, shoving noises, rustling feet sound
behind these. Teacher shushes us, edges over
to the piano. I step onstage, place hand on heart, to lead
the Pledge of Allegiance. Teacher strikes a piano chord.
Classmates march onstage, move the sheets aside
to make our entrance grand. Then we sing. Glorious
Joy-To-The-World hymns. Uneven voices from itchy boys
in starched shirts and stage-struck girls in homemade frilly dresses.
Familiar words ring bells of pride in parents’ minds.
Strains of music bounce in the perfect night.
Parents laugh. Grandma and Grandpa applaud.
Snow falls in time for Santa’s sleigh.
Prayer in school is welcomed,
Under God, and I…
I feel safe
before I grow up.
4 a.m.
There’s a