Still Life
The mountain’s lassitude weights the significance of the house’s red roof, links form to form, the way order comforts the mind, diminishes storm’s jeopardy. Its roil, its froth. Instead, reminiscent of Bach’s contrapuntal reliability – each note’s clarity tilted, turned carefully on its side by echo and time – the mountain’s rise and reach mime roof’s angle and altitude. Tree shaped like a woman’s dark skirt, unswirling, unmolested by wind. To hide in tree branches above the white wall. The wall a grandfather’s steady tread. Sun a commonplace guardian. This is what a child partially wants: to recognize her world, rendered in kin. From which she can safely long for cloud’s umber irregularity, its tickle of the corpulent sun, its unseemly absence of beatitude. Grace Marie Grafton Grace Marie Grafton’s most recent book, Jester, was published by Hip Pocket Press. She is the author of six collections of poetry. Her poems won first prize in the Soul Making contest (PEN women, San Francisco), in the annual Bellingham Review contest, Honorable Mention from Anderbo and Sycamore Review, and have twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Poems recently appear in Basalt, Sin Fronteras, The Cortland Review, Canary, CA Quarterly, Askew, Fifth Wednesday Journal, Ambush Review.
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October 2024
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