Quite a weekend, I dare say, and off to Montréal tomorrow… hoping there’s wi-fi on the train that works so I can get some online bizness done. But in the meantime, there have been some wonderful moments and images from this weekend that I think I can turn into a few brief pieces. DVerse had a prompt on Thursday about Impressionism and poetry, which I think leads very nicely into the Imagist way of doing things. And although William Carlos Williams isn’t my favorite, he gets into my style a little bit from time to time; also, I finally picked up a big old 550-page W.S Merwin retrospective (light reading for the train), so he might slip in there too.
In the parking lot last night, it was pitch black except for one spotlight, and these birches popping out of the darkness.
I did not expect the sight of them
laid against a shallow pool of night
standing straight up
there along the verge
with tall uneasy skeletons
tipping in blue-black wind
and a hundred elegant fingers
offered up to all that brute silence
like someone was holding fast
these triplet bolts of lightning
but had let the gown of thunder