JENNIFER PILCH

Canvasing

appropriated (mostly) from Joan Mitchell painting titles

 

 

Landscape, untitled, my landscape <wind>

took a low trip

sun broken on water <gale> like

sunflower petals

blue        hemlock           

against these tournesols <squall> will not

heel, sit, stay

tournesols go from late to early        post weeds

<puff> <puff>

in the mooring

the lot        little trips <chinook>

but it <tempest> got too <tempest> cold 

<blast> for trees, untitled, on <blasted> the <blasted> Riviere  

City    <sigh> <mistral>

too cold for ladybugs or la vie en rose

landscape salut, went swimming <gasp> in Minnesota

my landscape <blows>

my blue <flutter> <windstorm> landscape

<blows>

chatiere <tornado> makes grand carrières

hole, but it got too cold        hole

hole <exhale> hole <suck in>

Merci

many <draught> Yves         from late to early

bracket        these        trees  

and        then        again

<sigh>

Ici.

Jennifer Pilch is the author of Deus Ex Machina (Kelsey Street Press, forthcoming 2015).  Recent poems can be found in Berkeley Poetry Review, Dusie, Fence, N/A, Pith, Summer Stock, Tarpaulin Sky Magazine, and TYPO.  She edits La Vague Journal: www.lavaguejournal.com.