Broomcorn Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Broomcorn

Was looking for title
-encountered many names
-met words that raced and came.

Tested all, selected
-most diverse, very rare.

Broomcorn or millet
-is unknown for today's
-munchers on hamburger.

Suddenly remembered
-meeting of yesterday.

I went to consult on
-writing by transcribe.

Pat insists,
- (My prof!)

Met Amir, friend's son
-he offered the Podcast.

He said so because I
- (As he says)
-am good in narrations
-with feelings and senses
- "You catch the listener!)

One of the stories
- (if ever I start)
-will be soup of millet.

Millets' sheath is too soft
-to pile, and, or mount
-to hammer, break shell.

But women are masters.

One woman was mother
-she brought the millets
-pouring in the mortar.

Mom's trick, excellent;
-held the shells in place.

She took piece of cloth
-and threw in mortar
-then hammered.

Hit, smashed with handle
-right on the skin's head.

The trapped millets were
-broken and smashed;
-wonderful their kernels.

Then at night
-she would joke.

"What you eat is cloth! "

As she said fell my jaws
- "Can cloth...? "

"Be tasty? "

In fact, she had added
-pieces of lamb's or sheep's
-stomach, which had cooked
- (and dropped in the soup!)

If I write by typing
-or way of ‘Transcribing'
-or shooting film, edit,
-or podcast, anything,
-must compile, narrations
-that connect town-village!