Child of War

Poems

by Karin Temple

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Table of Contents

1941
Poppies
The African Violet
The Ballad of Eschede
Grieving at Altitude
Whose Tongue?
Consumption
Myrtle
Lamb Fries
Solveig et al.
Buchenwald in October
Ultimogeniture
In the Meadow
My Father My Stranger

Case History
Tillamook Air Museum
History Lesson in Ashland
Last Move
Genuflect
New Year 1999
Reunion
Postcards to Germany
Journey to the Underworld
Ode to Rutabagas
(excerpt)
Monday Washday
Goat Song
Mother's Day 1998

Copyright © 2000, Karin Temple

Ode to Rudabagas

On certain winter days
you can find me in
my garden
bent over
short and stocky
in a padded old coat
digging
the gold of rutabagas.
Black runes tell of
Hard Times past
of cold globes bouncing
in a rucksack
my mother running
with her loot
which rolled
onto the kitchen table
greeted by cheers
and ready hands
to cube and cook
in baconrind stock
with bayleaf and onion—
triple satisfaction
of rich earthy smell
sun-captured warm glow
and sweet comfort taste.
For that belly-filling meal
I will always grow
one row of rutabagas
banking my trust
in my reliable roots
for good times and bad.