The Next Time Art Seduces You
instance, here—in etching and collagraph—
nocturnal scene we crave yet seldom find.
tree lacks obvious roots and thus absolves
from all responsibility
drawing water from the nearby lake
enough to chart the dithered path
off-stage moon. A stucco house affirms
moon, the lakeward wall awash in light
launched from a point of faith beyond the frame.
sense the etching’s parenthetical
desire to know the moon exists
our view—as do all absent fowl—
goatsuckers, frogmouths, oilbirds. For their sake
imagination freckles the fancied moon’s
face with pointillist specks to stand for gnats
whine of "take me now!" our birds oblige.
quick the mind is to clutter when it needs
purge the glut of detail. If this lake
responsible for the thirst of trees,
themselves refuse to form a plan for roots,
we’re freed from guilt for appetites
birds who wait unbidden in the wings
indulge the hankering imagination?
yield from hunger to temptations art
us. This is your cautionary tale.
Carolyn Moore’s poems have
garnered over sixty awards and honors including the Foley Poetry
Award, the New Millennium Writing Award, and the C. Hamilton Bailey
Fellowship for Poetry from Literary Arts, Inc. Her first collection,