What feeds you? What joys in your life live, inextricably linked with your sadnesses? Who are your ancestors? Just a few light questions to think on while reading "Family Portrait With Ancestors" by Golden : https://readwildness.com/20/golden-ancestors
One of me many things I admire about Golden is how they use their sentence structure to make every single word work double (or triple) duty. This poem rides the line of ancestral inheritance of bounty and of trauma, and how over a meal, we can sit with the ghosts we share with our family.
Who do you consider to be ancestors, and who do you consider to be your living family? What ancestors do you share with them? Write a poem that explores a shared emotional inheritance through the lens of a shared meal or occasion.