Sunday, October 11, 2015

John Swain- A Poem

September Meditation

Thunder at the opening
of the forested peak,
a wet greenstone ridge
above the cutting lake
immense as its own globe.

I want the tangled roots
and branches of the mountainside
to be my mind,
rain changes the cast
of its path to the ground.

Waves of red iron rock
formed the island,
veins of copper hammered
as shallow pits uplift
for a daughter’s adorning.

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky Least Bittern Books published his second collection, Under the Mountain Born

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