The Very Fruit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rosemarie at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word wheat, or any of its derivatives. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Wheat

Photo: Combine harvester working a wheat paddock in Western Australia.

“In the very end of harvest, scarcity and want shall shun you; Cere’s blessing so is on you.” Ceres – ‘The Tempest’ Act 1V Scene 1 – William Shakespeare

The Very Fruit

Mungo hummed a tune as he circled
the paddock in steely revolutions,
a sacrifice to the gods as the
whirling blades cut swathe after
swathe of golden denison, 
the very fruit of Ceres hips,
sown broad in ripe April's arms
detined to crust his lips
with loaf and brew along
that old Friday fertility rite,
and Mungo hummed a tune.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Denison is a wheat strain used in parts of W.A.
Ceres is the Roman goddess of the growth of food plants. 


Filed under Farm, farming, Free Verse, life, Mythology, nature, poem, quote

58 responses to “The Very Fruit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Nice one. Earthy and ethereal.

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  2. It is beautiful.  We saw nothing but wheat for miles when traveling cross country from Colorado to Vermont.

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  3. Wonderful words! I can picture myself running through that field

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  4. This is beautiful. There are similar folk songs which farmers sang during harvest time in India.

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  5. Beautifully written!

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  6. You made cutting wheat in summer sunshine sound marvelous… another dandy poem. I was more attune to the grasshoppers jumping in my mouth while i was getting coated with dust.

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    • Ah yes, I remember the dust and the insects, I don’t consume anywhere near the volume of water I did then, nor itch at all 🙂 thank you so much for sharing Nathaniel.


  7. Does W.A. mean western Australia?

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  8. I would have hummed as well.

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  9. Max

    Such an evocative poem must resonate with anyone who’s been connected to country. Like when I bought my farm, sowing paddocks by hand, going a bit feral. Singing ‘oats and beans and barley grow’ for hours on end. Learned that from my Mum, half a century before. Also that the very first word of recorded poetry is ‘sing’. Homer – however you define him – calling on the muse. So many interrelated cycles.
    Thanks for this, true art. It’s given me a lot to think about.

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    • Thank you for the wonderful feedback Max, you clearly have those memories yourself in your experiences, so amazing aren’t they? Yes, Homer, wonderful stuff as you say. Very much appreciate your response.

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  10. Beverly Crawford

    Ah, I hear the humming now! Beautiful write.

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  11. I like sensory/sensual imagery, very life-affirming.

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  13. A very satisfying read!

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  14. affirming rituals don’t really change … life and brew!

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  15. I love the way the farmer has to plan… to see the harvest in the grain he feeds to the earth in April

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  16. sanaarizvi

    Oh gosh this is absolutely gorgeous! 💝💝

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  17. there is something enchanting in this picture you painted so well with words. the Ceres hips is genius.

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  18. Such words! You are a wordsmith

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  19. lync56

    Great poem


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  20. This lovely poem makes me feel connected to the earth. When I was in high school, wheat grew in a farmer’s field behind our property. I loved watching the wind rippling the wheat! All the best! Cheryl

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