Gold Bounty is a poem by Claire Hellar Adderholt. A little about me: I’m a missionary kid who grew up in Papua New Guinea and, after living in California and Colorado, now live with my husband in Birmingham, Alabama. I’m a UCLA grad and love Tolstoy, Taylor Swift, mountain hikes, peonies, and whiskey. My work can be found at The Rabbit Room, Calla Press, Wilderness House Literary Review, and Melusine. I can also be found at @claire_de_luned on Instagram or at Lanterns in the Dark on Substack.
Gold Bounty
Shucking corn:
an oldest of human traditions.
My carpenter husband says
Let’s move to the woods and grow corn
and raise a roof over land that’s ours.
I was raised in a rainforest,
on a mountain
with fields and fields of goldenrod
the color of corn,
and shucking corn, I wonder:
is the movement through fields the same –
fields of corn and goldenrod:
does the brightness of the light
burn so transparent it glows the same the world
over –
and is there anything to distinguish old farm traditions
from the bounty the hills give, miraculous and easy –
or is it all movement, walking through slender stems that rustle,
a bounty of leaves and splendor?
all light, and green leaves,
and everything spread at our feet
for labour, and appeasement of hunger,
and a richness to satisfy
the human soul?
there is a brightness to all this transcendence.
let us go then, you and I,
to the cornfields of gold on high
and harvest, beloved, all this radiant,
given glory
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