Showing posts with label "Darkness Shifts" (April 20 2009). Show all posts
Showing posts with label "Darkness Shifts" (April 20 2009). Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Darkness Shifts
April 20 2009


It depends on the moon.

On clouds,
scudding, dense.
Or a tenuous lens
of gauze.

And the ground.
The reflection of snow
austere and cold.
Or a mess of leaves
rotting, sodden
— like a thick poultice
soaking-up the light.

At night, the spectrum is grey
to black —
all surface, texture,
colour banned.
Darkness shifts
from jet to smoke to mud
to grizzled, ashen, dust.
I see black cats
whisking, nuzzling,
circling crows
cawing, cunning.
And underneath
a small grey mouse
running
flees.

Where edges soften with distance,
in a world of degree
not difference.
Buildings overlap
stacked back-to-back,
through gun-metal, lead, and scuff.
And mountains soften
as they recede,
through ebony, ink, and smudge.
Looming up
against pitch-black sky.

Where the moon will rise,
extracting the world
dripping
from its silver bath.
An unerring whetstone,
that sharpens every edge
with light.



"midnight slips obsidian: an arrowhead in my hand
pointed roofs against the backdrop, black and blacker
three kinds of ink, each more india than the last"

That fragment of a poem by D A Powell set me off on this piece.

His work is really quite fabulous: accessible; allusive; with an inspired ear for the sound of language, for unexpected rhyme and imaginative line breaks; and subversively free-form and playful. He's a far better poet than me. I think he leaves more space. I think he trusts the reader more; and by being allowed to do more of the work, the reader in turn gets more enjoyment of the poem. And his use of rhyme is very deft: it sneaks up on you; it seems natural, instead of shoe-horned in according to some formula; and there is an almost kinesthetic pleasure in speaking it, in the "mouth feel" of the words. So I urge you to go check out his work.
Unfortunately, unlike Powell, I find myself completely powerless to fully escape the tyranny of the sentence! Which makes for too much punctuation, too much hand-holding. Which, in turn, tends to make my effort feel constrained and prescriptive. Nevertheless, he is a good influence, and I'm sure significantly improved on what "Darkness Shifts" might have been./B