This We Knew
A poem for nights and winter
“It was not like before
when the leaves turned over in their season
to days of ice
and men and women huddled around in their rituals
of dying days
Clocks and rivers ran
in their courses
as the ruddy fish
in their secret matings
swam swollen against them
to breathe deep
in the fecund waters
Then somewhere under the spheres
(on a Tuesday I think)
the elk ran left at the willow tree
when they always turned right
The ravens perched sleepless
upon the highest branch
and for the first time afraid
The scribe stops for a moment
and remembers starlings
and a knot somewhere
unties
and none knew this
save the eagles and the prophets
Something has begun
but this we knew”
About the Creator
Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
http://www.kevissimo.com/
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Comments (9)
Congrats on Top Story!🥳
Super! We need to pay attention, don’t we? 👏
Engaging and expertly written, your story held my attention, leaving me eagerly anticipating what happens next. The way you skillfully blended emotions and suspense makes it a truly captivating experience. Please take a moment to read my work as well!
This is amazing, Kevin. Both the artwork and the poem. It's painting a picture for me of a 2nd person finding this "paper" in the woods and attempting to make sense of what the scribe was seeing when he wrote the words. Really, really well done. Congrats on the TS.
Thumbs up for your effort! Keep the outstanding work—congrats!
Perfect picture, style with the poem. The imagery is an emotional ride with glimpses of what this is truly about, which quite frankly I don’t know.
I’m hung up here, “and remembers starlings and a knot somewhere unties” Because it is a juncture, but it means so many things, and I want to know what the scribe knows… this is just beautiful. I want to ask questions about your inspiration, but don’t want to ruin the magic you’ve created, where you’ve walked the reader to a deep well and suggested they look down, if they’d like to, to define what they see in the knowing of changes.
Amazing art visually and poetically!!
Your media is so amazing. It took me a second to realize the poem is on the art piece. I have often thought using unconventional items such as coffee is a sign of extreme creativity. Your poem is hauntingly beautiful. Great job and congrats on the TS!