L Milton Hankins Poet Other

Up Jones Creek Holler

Hidden among the trees up Jones Creek holler
In an old rustic log cabin with only three rooms
Where a family of twelve lives in squalor
Hidden among the trees up Jones Creek holler
The father has a reputation for being a brawler
The mother expertly sews Halloween costumes
Hidden among the trees up Jones Creek holler
In an old rustic log cabin with only three rooms

Hidden among the trees up Jones Creek holler
Where a family of twelve lives in squalor
The father has a reputation for being a brawler.
The mother expertly sews Halloween costumes
In an old rustic log cabin with only three rooms
She also makes and sells old-timey cane brooms.


written July 18, 2021
[This is a "trionet," a poetry form I invented
It is made up of the standard 8-line triolet
and an additional six-line stanza bringing it
to a total of 14 lines after the manner of a
sonnet.]

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Caren Krutsinger July 23, 2021 at 7:11 PM "Where a family of twelve lives in squalor" This reminds me of the story Coal Miner's Daughter, and the Dolly Parton biography too. L Milton Hankins July 23, 2021 at 7:31 PM Yep, lots of stories like theirs here in the Appalachians. I've been to Loretta's home here in Kentucky, but not to Dolly's in Tennessee.

Terry Flood July 19, 2021 at 2:13 PM Graphic write, Milt. I can see Mother rocking slowly back and forth in a tired old rocking chair while father, sat in a chair tipped back on its rear legs, dozes on the decking outside, a beer on the floor at his feet and his shotgun laid across his lap. Like it lots. Terry L Milton Hankins July 19, 2021 at 2:33 PM Thank you so much, Terry, for your thoughtful comment. I love when people have a specific reaction to something I write.

Richard Lamoureux July 19, 2021 at 10:01 AM Cool, I like the affect. Well done. You never fail to entertain. ;0) L Milton Hankins July 19, 2021 at 11:19 AM Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment, Richard. I do try!

Regina Mcintosh July 19, 2021 at 2:47 AM I enjoyed your write here. This is a story that has touched Appalachia where I'm from many times and I can relate. God bless you always, Love, Gina L Milton Hankins July 19, 2021 at 9:04 AM Thanks, Gina, I really appreciate your comment. I didn't know you were from Appalachia. Blessings to you.

Gershon Wolf July 18, 2021 at 9:08 PM Takes one back a century or so. Better than having to drive all the way there. I just can picture it. Image-laden, sentiment-packed write, Milt. Love it. ~ Gershon L Milton Hankins July 19, 2021 at 9:06 AM Thanks so much, Gershon, but it's still happening up in the hollers of Appalachian West Virginia and Kentucky. I'm glad you found it a good write.