Entering Pollock’s Enchanted Forest
Resist the urge to run. Don’t be
deceived by the lack of fresh air
and pine. Push past the brambles,
sit against a tree, and wait.
Forests only pretend
to be empty. Feel the ground
trembling, hear your imagination
cawing overhead. Horses gallop
through, then a bison escaped
from the caves of Lascaux.
Do not fear the Cossack.
He wants to play his accordion
for you, nothing more.
Keep going and you may come
across my father, looking amused
that you found him.
Alarie’s latest poetry book, Waking on the Moon, contains many poems first published by The Ekphrastic Review. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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