Sometimes at Sundown
This column is dedicated to the expression, through poetry, of life here on Nantucket. These first few postings will concentrate on the work of an island group (of which I’m a member) known as the Moors Poetry Collective. This first poem (my own) is from our Anthology Poems So Far. As we are in the Deer Hunting season, I thought this poem might be of some interest.
Sometimes at Sundown – Len Germinara
He comes down to the water
In gold flashes and
Through Green Briar
He’s the amber
In which he freezes
Through tall grasses
Sets him in motion
I wait in the reeds
With cotton mouth
Take the shot
This is a plate of venison tenderloin
Harvested just before sundown
Two days previous
One shot was all it took
The wild mushrooms that serve as garnish
Are sautéed in the rendered fat
A good book and
Sometimes at sundown
I pass up the shot with bow
Take out my camera
About The Moors Poetry Collective and Poems So Far:
The Moors Poetry Collective is a handful of poets who started out as a writing group meeting twice a month at the Nantucket Field Station oﬀ Polpis road, which they dubbed Len’s Garage. They
soon upped that commitment to once a week, and after about nine months of dedicated writing and workshopping decided to direct their creative skills toward a collection of work exclusively dealing
with Nantucket, the place they call home. Within you will find examples of their varied experiences and perspectives regarding life on this extraordinary island and its eclectic community. Their poetry anthology, Poems So Far, is the first expression of that commitment.
Copies of Poems So Far are available at Mitchell’s Book Corner, BookWorks, and the Hub.
The Moors Poetry Collective will be at Mitchell’s Book Corner on Tuesday, December 4th at 5:30 to sign copies and to read briefly from the anthology.
Photo credit: Len Germinara