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,
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.