Emily Carr’s Forest, British Columbia, 1931-2
No sky. Nothing but smothering
succession. Parallel tree trunks
linked parts of a whole, a schema, flow.
Braided tangle of foliage
heavy, creased curtains that block the way
green waves of oceans thrust
a final tsunami to bury the world
Three-fourths up the crush
a sliver of golden light illumines
what it squeezes between
No place for a foothold.
A few trunks hold spikes--
remnant of branches--
that will pierce skin
Cloy of soil, corroding wood, dense vegetation--
What you can’t smell or see, but hear
burrow, rustle, plummet through air
sounds you can’t pinpoint what direction
they come from. Everything echoes
Is that you breathing?
Karen L. George
I'm author of the poetry collection Swim Your Way Back (Dos Madres Press, 2014), and five chapbooks, most recently The Fire Circle (Blue Lyra Press, 2016), and an ekphrastic collaborative chapbook Frame and Mount the Sky (Finishing Line Press, 2017). My work has appeared inAdirondack Review, Naugatuck River Review, Louisville Review, Heron Tree, and Sliver of Stone. I review poetry at Poetry Matters: http://readwritepoetry.blogspot.com/, and am co-founder and fiction editor of the journal, Waypoints: http://www.waypointsmag.com/. My website is: http://karenlgeorge.snack.ws/.
1/16/2018 08:23:23 pm
Scrumptious poem! Congratulations!
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