Forest Sorcery
Robin Skelton, particularly in Landmarks, offers us poetry which is laden with wonderful West Coast atmospherics and sly transmogrifications. One striking passage describes flora in a manner attuned to how simple particulars seize imagination all the while making us brave as danger is inscribed with familiarity. We find a tree:
tattered with green hanging moss,I do like that injection of animal incisors and the trembling motion. Short space. Big story.
and roped with vines,
and fanged with shaking fern
And so for day 342
21.11.2007
