Lamplight Bath
Trees go up from the bottom of Lover’s Leap.
They start in spall bank,
jostle past a polar look,
point to some well-informed snag of stars.
The trees are still rear wheels deep.
Trees go up from the bottom of Lover’s Leap.
They start in spall bank,
jostle past a polar look,
point to some well-informed snag of stars.
The trees are still rear wheels deep.
Love the imagery here, especially snag of stars. It’s wonderful.
the sounds in this poem are compelling, how all but four words are monosyllabic, the surreal imagery
6 lines including the title and I imagine complete scenario of possibility
more please