Notes From the Edge of the Road

Mountains balance on a stream of light
behind a dry expanse
with winter’s grass
and yucca stalks
breaking through the bristling shadows
where afternoon slopes gently
into the first chill
that comes to earth at sunset.


In the walnut grove
December sun
flows between the rows
of silence where two ravens
bend a thin branch
with the weight of black.


Mesquite shadows bleed
across the road
with frayed edges
reaching east. The hills behind them
darken, but
for the lines marking
their contours the colour
of luminous straw
on the cooling air.


A loggerhead shrike
watches day shade
into night from a fencepost
while the sky
becomes a mountain.

David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in England, and spent several years in Vienna before moving to Phoenix in 1978. He pursued his visual art and had several shows, as well as writing and publishing his poetry in magazines and collections, the latest of which is The Devil’s Sonata from FutureCycle Press. Although he became ever more interested in the desert and its wildlife, the shadow side of Vienna emerges in his fiction and The Taste of Fog, which was published by Rain Mountain Press.

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1 Response to Notes From the Edge of the Road

  1. says:

    Thanks for the notes on posting my poems. I did manage to get word around and had some good responses, also I continue to enjoy the work regularly on Eunoia Review. Have a fine 2013. All best wishes, David

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