18 September 2006 | Vol. 6, No. 3
carved the lark
i guess i'm poor at the whittling, longish fingers make oak into sparrow, i tend to rub elm smooth & pretend forests & birdsongs when i should dig the knife in, uproot the form, concentrate on shape-shaping, be a natural alchemist—not this conjurer of thought (my only currency).
spend an hour on the hangnail of creation till you get what you'd like: perfection is an easy option in the rocking chair made of hours & bound legs, roped discipline for the sitting. back & forth the sharp & made doves of twig & blood, precise, all for the smoothing.
should-should is the language of a skull-bird, a wooden perhaps, the curve of lips in advice, you know that song: should-should makes a statue, should-should paints it gloss, should-should puts it on the shelf & begins again.
About the author:
Erica W. Adams lives in Denver. She can be reached online at www.freewebs.com/literatesmut/.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Erica W. Adams at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 6, No. 3, where "carved the lark" ran on September 18, 2006. List other work with these same labels: poetry, prose poem.