Elizabeth Savage


Path

 

Everywhere there is a cushion

a spacing invitation

 

an arm’s breadth exit ramp

caution thrown wide to race

 

Anywhere there is an angle

measuring a sheet of sky

 

Somewhere a limit, elsewhere

fine strokes

 

denote a wind of suspension

of trespassing intention

 

Thorns will climb stems

thorns will throne leaves

 

acre over acre of elegy

Elsewhere there is a fastening

 

a note pinned to your coat

another cyclone centering

 

suitable for wandering


A creak of containment

 

not from treetops thin

with youth

 

something nearby

is split

 

and cries to itself

and churns the wind

 

the wind utters

a threat

 

but never makes good

 

as with a surgeon

who finds the dark

 

cells regrouped

deep in the ear

 

also beyond sight

 

whose instruments

can pry the skull

 

like the branch that cries

alike they sweep the mind

 

when veils fall and flow

in the forest below

 

the wind frets loose

the pines abound

 

the wind will finally

smooth it down


Bio

Elizabeth Savage is author of Grammar (2012) and Idylliad (2015), both from Furniture Press Books. Woman Looking at a Vase of Flowers, a dossier-chapbook, will be published by Verse journal this year. Since 2008, she has served as poetry editor for Kestrel: A Journal of Literature & Art.