The Tuesday Poem: On The Edge
Jun
09
2015
standing
on the edge
light falls
……………….away
cry out
voice lost
……………….beneath
a white sky
shout downwards
count……….the silence
a single echo
…………………back
.
© Helen Lowe
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A few weeks back, I featured Garden peas (Mendel’s Law, 1866), a poem by Helen Bascand. I noted Helen’s passing on April 27, and that I had been privileged to be a member of the same poetry group as Helen for a number of years. This was one of the first poems I worked on with Helen and the other members of the group, so it feels timely to share it with you today.
To read the featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click here.
Comments
Thanks for this, Helen. There’s a nice clear sound to this poem, the solid trochaic edge of the cry/sky, out/shout/down/count; and then – as we lean out over the chasm – the light falling away, the single echo back.
Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Zireaux. I absolutely love the poem you featured this week on the Hub. I was also very impressed — and very much hope that K Robinson will prove a poet to watch.