Archive for October, 2016

There are two poems in this issue. The first, by Annelyse Gelman, is “Conch.” This reads like a ghazal, but with one-line stanzas. “Sang into your mouth but there was no slug inside.” It starts out so, but the next line, as with any ghazal, goes in an entirely different direction. “The brain begins to feel claustrophobic, fossilized.” The themes in each stanza seem to relate to history, evolution, death. The items a person, or a species, retains: “vestigial traits, coccyx, wisdom tooth…” and the inevitable loss: “rot is the fruit of the fruit.” There is a sense of survival, however wounded the survivor.

The second poem is just downright fun, in an evil way. “Itch (The Flea’s Retort)” by Alan Jenkins, views a hotel stay by a pair of lovers from the point of view of the flea who feasts on them. “It must have been their first time — first shared bed.” The first stanza talks of their innocence, “They hid / Their guilty fears by doing what they did.” The next stanza discusses their discovery of the work of the flea, “Inflamed in parts / They’d barely known” And the last stanza moves from their reaction to a larger view of the battle between human and flea. A most masterful work, and oh, what a great rhyme scheme to each stanza: ABBACCCDDA, with a flip of the two last rhymes in the last stanza to indicate the conclusion. That sort of subtle surprise is very difficult to even conceive. When done, it gives a fillip of satisfaction. Yes, what a great ride.

Peace in poetry,

P M F Johnson

My eBook of poems, Against The Night, a sweet, rueful look at love in a long marriage, is available on Amazon, and at other fine e-retailers.

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