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Shucking Pin

by Chris Wood

for my father 

cornTake the corn by the ear
the way Mommy does yours.

Grasp its ripe green skin,
wrap the tanned strap round your wrist.

Start the steel blade at the silky blonde
hairline. In the heel of your nimble hand

run the razor through the husk,
pull the hull down. The last task

is lop the lobe from the bottom of the cob,
drop the naked maize in a bin of fowl fodder,

where it waits for winter to come:
yellow eyes dim; the nub grows dumb.

Now from his pouch Grandpa hands you a wad
of dark green leaves you take with a nod.

When you put it in your mouth
to make a man, no more the youth,

your pink face greens. Laughter sweats your pleas.
Mommy gets mad. She grabs your little ear, leads

you back home, away from that barn.
It’s okay to grow, but it’s not yet your turn.

Chris Wood is an English instructor at Southern West Virginia Community & Technical College. His writing has appeared in Naugatuck River Review, The Melic Review, Appalachian Heritage, Now & Then and Concho River Review.

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  • Ann Margaret Riley / May 6, 2013

    I liked it! Very well written!

  • Chris Wood / February 16, 2014

    My father experienced this as a child and insisted I write this poem for him. Initially, I refused, but he persisted, so
    I wrote it as his Christmas present and framed it for him. As far as I know, however, he has yet to hang it on his wall. Thanks, Dad.