Speaking with Reindeer
Speech:/ the antler of the mind
(Robert Bringhurst – ‘A
Quadratic Equation’)
I
admired his cap of antlers –
ideas
forking from his scalp,
yet
struggled with his voice,
which
bellowed like a stag.
They
studied his awkward gait,
his
upright stance, his lack
of
language. And like a preacher,
he
didn’t know how to listen.
I
wanted to hear what they knew
about
the quality of tundra
the
taste of cloudburst berries;
what
deer feel about snow.
I
saw a herd, splodgy brown,
reverse
freckles. Unafraid.
They
scented me, trotted off –
a
force of winter forest –
ideas
intact, their knowledge
still
out of my grasp. Yet,
like
meeting someone famous,
what
would I have said?
Katrina Naomi
Hello, this is the last poem in the present series of 'The Argument: Art V Poetry' but we hope to have some exciting news about the project soon. We will keep you posted.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your support and encouragement. Katrina
Dear Tim and Katrina,
ReplyDeleteYou know how disappointed I was to have missed your talk at Fowle Hall. I just want to write to tell you how riveted I have been to the argument.
The process of watching it unfold has been fascinating. The strands of your individual and shared history playing out in your respective art forms has created a unique journey....I look forward to more of your work.
Jane
Jane - thank you for the feedback and glad you've enjoyed 'The Argument'.
DeleteVery best to you, Katrina
Also Jane, thanks for your comments on the poem 'Jubilee', they are really helpful. Cheers, Katrina
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