What object, subject, in this cause?
Who ascertained subordinate –
the pond or trees – which took the lead,
what swayed the mind, alerted eyes?
They complement, both sites to be.
Is this as scene or parable,
with silver lining, halving row?
An ostrich imaged, cartoon view;
once seen, distraction dominates –
as with the lady of the lake.
The dun smoke smudges, air-brush haze,
that discreet woman, hidden well;
does she bend trunk or find support,
and why reach low to peer this swamp,
clogged edge, does she see mystery?
Proportions quartered, trinity,
plein-air, an innovation bridge,
from salon scare and milliner
to dormer window, watching world,
divorcing from those business tricks.
The drapes were cleared where Voltaire lived,
etched texture fabrics, candid key,
when wigging, trembled at Papa;
how does our course frame what is seen
at Ville d’Avray with leaning trees?
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had pieces accepted by some thirty on-line poetry sites, including Nine Muses Poetry; and Gold Dust, The Seventh Quarry, The Dawntreader, Foxtrot Uniform Poetry Magazines, Vita Brevis Anthology ‘Pain & Renewal’ & Fly on the Wall Press ‘Identity’. https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com/