Regina Mcintosh Poet Imagism

A Hardscrabble Life

Granny, hunched over the woodstove –
I smell fatback frying in cast iron,
Scents of morning in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Along with hazy mists hanging across them,
Parting for the sunlight as it makes its way up
Over the hills that surround every heart
Living out life on hardscrabble roads of old times.


September 11, 2019
Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink 


Author's note: This is my first try with this, so I'm terribly uncertain if I got it right :)

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Gail Debole September 14, 2019 at 1:06 PM Love your use of imagery that shows how you feel. I have warm memories of my grandmother and where I grew up, as well.

Richard Lamoureux September 13, 2019 at 8:04 AM It’s interesting how smells can instantly transport us to a different time and space. Well done.

William Kelii Kekaula September 11, 2019 at 12:46 AM Not to worry--its the second time to be on your fingers, as they already took your toes on the first reading--Amen Regina for the Host is on your side! Regina Mcintosh September 11, 2019 at 3:05 AM Thanks for the kind comments... and poetic one, too. Blessings.