Two Poems by Bonnie Proudfoot



A brief history 

Here is a hill, here is a trail,
here are shale rocks that crumble
into the earth when I step on them,
here canes of multiflora rose tug
at my legs, neck, face, arms, 
here are two-toed tracks of deer
in clay, here moist heat hangs 
in the valleys, autumn sun moves 
behind the ridgeline before 3,
here stumps of chestnut trees are
wider than any living trees, here grey
squirrels hide in white oak branches,
here Louis Wetzel, born in 1764 on
the South Branch of the Potomac 
resolved to kill as many Indians
as possible, here we step over 
rusted steel pipelines, find crumbling
concrete pylons from drilling rigs
and gas wells, here trails cut by loggers 
are lined with mountain blueberries, 
tiny, sweet, and tart, here thick vines 
of Virginia creeper and poison ivy hang 
from the tree canopy like tightropes, 
here Louis Wetzel was the first 
to volunteer when it came 
to hunting down Indians, here, 
beside the trail I bend to pick up
a perfect flaked slate arrowhead, 
under a blackberry bush, a fat 
copperhead watches me
and never even flicks 
its forked tongue.

Poet’s note: italicized sections from History of Wetzel County

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All Who Stubbornly Persist

Praise wind, praise vultures on thermals, 
the doe who steps out of forest shadows. 
the peach tree that shouts pink, pink.

Praise the mother whose hands curl and shrivel, 
who rages against the blade of time. 
Praise the brave child who sits beside her, 
massages her feet on the sofa at night. 

Praise the clearcut lot next-door, 
the scars and scabs of scraped earth, 
chunks of trees, a few small shrubs, greening,
Praise the barn with its swinging door that seems 
to cant into the hill, these tractors, 
steel wheels rusting into the dirt. 

Praise the mother who lets
her children go, trusting that
they will return in their own
time. No one thought the fox 
would come back 
given all these absences, 
but guess what I saw 
trotting along the road 
by the light of the moon? 
And did I forget 
to look for joy?


Bonnie Proudfoot has published fiction, essays, reviews, and poetry in a variety of journals and anthologies. Her writing has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her debut novel, Goshen Road, (Swallow Press, 2020) was named 2022 WCONA Book of the Year and was long-listed for the 2021 PEN/Hemingway. Her chapbook is Household Gods (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions, 2022) Bonnie currently teaches part-time for the Department of English at West Virginia University.