Jeff Ewing — The Monarch Review
Two Poems – Jeff Ewing
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 11:59 — 1 Comment
Reintroducing the Wolf There’s no moon tonight to dress the lawn or drape the low bed, the only light the clock fallen from the nightstand. Outside, the street bucks the sidewalk’s bank, a transformer hums. What stirs an unquiet mind from its preoccupations? The wolf enters panting, muscles tensing under the sheets. A tentative half- snarl culled from base pairs breaks from my throat as I lope through waist-high grass. Birds without number hurtle above me, cragged wind keens from my north, blue as inlaid ice. How sweet the loosed blood, how blinding the heat sweeping from the backs of […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
