Head cocked left
listening to wind’s
cheerless prayer
empty as a cistern
odd sound diminishing
circling a moment,
briefly a luminous eternity
complementing those who see
what is said, who stand
at the threshold,
with those who sing
beyond the wells of memory
and the falling walls of light.
Richard Weaver
Richard Weaver lives in Baltimore City where he volunteers with the Maryland Book Bank, CityLit and LightCity, the Baltimore Book Festival, and acts as the Archivist-at-large for a Jesuit College founded in 1830. He is the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press). Recent publications: New England Review, BWR, Vanderbilt Poetry Review, North American Review, Poetry, Pembroke, Adelaide, Conjunctions, Crazyhorse, Southern Quarterly, Barrow Street, New Orleans Review, Triggerfish, and Magnolia Review. This poem is from a manuscript of ekphrastic responses to the work of German Expressionist painter, Franz Marc.
Artwork: Franz Marc, Animals in a Landscape (aka Painting with Bulls), 1914.
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