Emily Carr’s Forest, British Columbia, 1931-2
I 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 II Three-fourths up the crush a sliver of golden light illumines what it squeezes between III No place for a foothold. A few trunks hold spikes-- remnant of branches-- that will pierce skin IV Cloy of soil, corroding wood, dense vegetation-- huddling confluences V 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 VI 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/.
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Rae Cobbs
1/16/2018 08:23:23 pm
Scrumptious poem! Congratulations!
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