PenumbraJune days—with how long that old star hangs, the one that lets things go and brings them startlingly back, high above, at a striking stroke— we haven’t seen a shadow for some time.
So much good stuff in the poem and commentary! Love “that old star hangs” as a synonym for the sun.
Fantastic use of spacing to create a sense of shadow from the words. Really enjoyed that! As I stared at the words and then the in-between spaces, my mind Eric Carle’d an inverted version of each word, which felt like a new kind of shadow.
I too was told holding my tongue out was dangerous, but I hadn’t thought about that in a long time. At least, not consciously. It was a fantastic time-bend, and that little twist from there to tasting the world as essential was really lovely.
So much good stuff in the poem and commentary! Love “that old star hangs” as a synonym for the sun.
Fantastic use of spacing to create a sense of shadow from the words. Really enjoyed that! As I stared at the words and then the in-between spaces, my mind Eric Carle’d an inverted version of each word, which felt like a new kind of shadow.
I too was told holding my tongue out was dangerous, but I hadn’t thought about that in a long time. At least, not consciously. It was a fantastic time-bend, and that little twist from there to tasting the world as essential was really lovely.