Friday, April 13, 2018

Toward the River

During National Poetry Month, April 2013, I wrote a found poem a day from Pulitzer Prize-winning Michael Cunningham's The Hours, available in Toward the River: Found Poems.

Fifteen pantoums capture the dramatic arc of Cunningham's four main characters in several poems each. The remaining fifteen poems are erasures that playfully depart from the novel. 

The title poem, "toward the river" is drawn from Cunningham's remake of Virginia Woolf's death:
 
a coat too heavy
seems like nothing
she does not travel far

the voices are back

seems like nothing
searching for a stone
the voices are back
merely a gifted eccentric

searching for a stone
headache is approaching
merely a gifted eccentric
under a darkening sky

headache is approaching
dreaming of the surface
under a darkening sky
into one of the pockets

dreaming of the surface
the current wraps itself
into one of the pockets
they won’t let her go

the current wraps itself
stripes of green-black weed
they won’t let her go
moment of true perception

stripes of green-black weed
she does not travel far
moment of true perception
a coat too heavy

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