I love the movement created by "silk web depart the spinneret" and "spring". And then in the last line you get "silent, cold" which is still again, but then "and coiling" which conveys a tension. I imagine these petroglyphs are just eager to jump of the rock on to the projector screen.
I love that sense of the inert leaping out-- art that lunges toward its viewer. So good. The form of the poem is really attractive as well. The bookending, shapely stanzas . . . we are super psyched to be sharing work of new poets.
I love the movement created by "silk web depart the spinneret" and "spring". And then in the last line you get "silent, cold" which is still again, but then "and coiling" which conveys a tension. I imagine these petroglyphs are just eager to jump of the rock on to the projector screen.
I love that sense of the inert leaping out-- art that lunges toward its viewer. So good. The form of the poem is really attractive as well. The bookending, shapely stanzas . . . we are super psyched to be sharing work of new poets.
I enjoyed the periods — two, then one, one, one. How it was front loaded, then I got to linger in each subsequent stanza. Thanks ☺️
Totally. You’re right: there’s that dynamic of intensity and release that the periods control. Thanks for the thoughtful note, Nina!