I'm trying a new feature on the blog today, one tentatively called Conversations, in which a writer's offering is posted for comments and responses. These need not be "critiques," as such, though I think most writers would welcome intelligent suggestions. Rather, this is to be a way for authors here in the mountains and elsewhere to engage each other in lively discussions of their work. The first feature is a poem by William Everett, novelist, essayist, scholar and poet. His website is www.williameverett.com. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS. LET'S SEE IF WE CAN GET A CONVERSATION GOING ACROSS THESE RIDGES!
She is ready,
purse packed,
hands pocketed in resolution,
standing by her charge.
Will she fly through puffball clouds,
piercing azure heavens like a needle?
Or will she cruise majestically across the land,
blowing tumbleweeds and sagebrush in her wake?
Perhaps the sea shall feel the power of her legs,
the undulations of her mermaid form.
For she is ready,
her glowing hair pinned sleekly back,
the keys clutched in her hand.
She is the girl with the ’55 Plymouth fins.
---William Everett
4 comments:
This is not a suggestion, but I do like the second part of the piece with the reference to the sea and then ending with the 55 Plymouth fins.
I like the feeling of expectation -- of limitless potential.
Willow, I often think that the parts of a poem we are most drawn to are the ones that point to where the pulse of the poem beats. I like that part as well, and when we reach the fins, what pleasure in the dove-tailing--or rather fin-tailing. Some of the imagery in this poem is almost incantatory. Bill has a fascinating novel you might like to explore.
Thank you for visiting and for adding to the conversation.
Vicki, there you are. You just popped up while I was answering Willow. You are right, this does have a limitless span to it. It's brought back to "reality," whatever that is, in the last line, but you know--it reminds me of some of Fellini's work. How the limitless spirals out of the particular.
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