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 Tennille 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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Tammy Daniel
9/11/2017 10:51:34 am
Another fabulous poem by Alarie. I love how she entices us into the art, invites us in the first stanza to push past fear and then to sit. And wait. In the second stanza, she breathes the forest's breath--exhaling its lifeblood. In the last stanza, a punch of humor now that we've gone in deep. Love that!
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