Horace Pippin, Holy Mountain IV (unfinished, 1946) |
The mountain in two shades
of grey, looming, its rim cracked
volcanitectonically against
a sky of de-emphasized
light-blue—
at its foot,
a strip of desert
tan and then the
foreground stratum:
the arid ground of
denuded green
and the ghosts of three animals—
lion / mountain lion
/ wolf /
hollow revenant outlines,
holograms
the tree black, bare,
its perspective
spectrically outsized,
dangles no noose,
only
prophecy
Michael Begnal is the
author of Future Blues (Salmon
Poetry, 2012) and Ancestor Worship
(Salmon Poetry, 2007), as well as the chapbook The Muddy Banks (Ghost City Press, 2016). His work has appeared in
journals and anthologies such as Notre
Dame Review, Poetry Ireland Review,
Empty Mirror, Scoundrel Time, and Thinking Continental: Writing
the Planet One Place at a Time (University of Nebraska Press, 2017). He can
be found online at www.mikebegnal.blogspot.com and on Twitter @Michael_Begnal.
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