A Kissing Gate at Exmoor by Karen Kelsay
by Patricia | 2.07.11
A partial sun suffuses slender weeds
in ocher light. Beside an echelon
of gorse and heather, wispy Maiden Pink
has nearly lost its bloom. The lapwing’s gone
to glide across the mound and mind her young,
as silently as August slips away.
Long sedges with their tawny oval heads
spring out from brambles forming a bouquet
of summer’s final hues. Beyond the gate
low rolling hills have leveled out to bring
a voiceless greeting to the lake. And peace
spreads through the moor beneath a merlin’s wing.
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Karen Kelsay is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee and the author of five chapbooks. Her latest book, Dove on a Church Bench, will be published next year by Punkin House Press. She is the editor of Victorian Violet Press, an online poetry magazine, and lives in Orange County, California, with her British husband and two cats. For other work by Karen Kelsay see here, here, and here. For more poems by Karen (several of her poems are published on WIZ), search on her name using the search box lower left in the sidebar. Karen is also February’s featured artist in The New Formalist. See her work here.
February 7th, 2011 at 3:14 pm
Gorgeous. Lovely to meet another formalist.
February 7th, 2011 at 10:54 pm
Thank you, Jonathon~