“In a Fallen World”  by Laurie Kolp

+++++ sometimes wisps
of yellow ribbon
+++++hieroglyph the air

electrical, your fingers
+++++weave through
my tangled hair

+++++then you escape—
you scrape                    you grate
+++++dusk like gritty slate

I seek solidity
+++++from this slit, that slash
of scarred skin

+++++and still
I’m nothing to you
+++++but a fallen tree

 

Selected by Meg E. Griffitts, poetry editor, as the feature for our ekphrasis challenge.

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Laurie Kolp has poems appearing or forthcoming in concis, Bracken, Crack the Spine, Scissors & Spackle, and more. Lover of running, almonds, and key lime pie, Laurie is forever in search of the best word. She is author of the poetry collection Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing) and chapbook Hello, It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press). Laurie lives and teaches in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children and two dogs. Learn more at www.lauriekolp.com.