Moving Pictures You can still see them galloping across the plain: horses, bison, deer. You’ll see the motion in their many legs, their manes flying in the wind. You’ll swear the mammoth turned its shaggy head to watch as you walked by. Without production technology, camera crews, stereoscopy, cave artists conjured movement, simulated speed, delineated grace working rough magic with flickering light and shadow playing on rock walls. Imagination was all they had for software and all they needed. Even Picasso, not known for humility, called them his masters. Antonia Clark Antonia Clark has enjoyed a long career as a medical writer and editor. She has also taught poetry and fiction writing and has co-administered The Waters Poetry forum for 16 years. In addition to many journal publications, Antonia has published two full-length poetry collections, Chameleon Moon and Dance Craze. She lives in Vermont, paints abstract landscapes, reads voraciously, loves French picnics, and plays French café music on a sparkly purple accordion.
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Barb Kester
4/10/2025 04:58:48 pm
The poem itself has movement and shadows within it. I can definitely see movement and creativity in the picture and the poem enhances it. Love it.
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