Allison Thorpe

A Leaf, A Dulcimer A Poem

for Al Stewart

a leaf, a dulcimer, a poem
these were your art

you worked in nature
as others might take to film
or steel or paint

observing the arc of hawk wing
or raspy sway of sassafras

questioning the birth of arbutus
and the feast of frosty slope

sharpening the sketched heart
like a fresh hewed beam

shaping the grain of song
with lyrics of cherry and black walnut

translating yellow mountain
to whatever religion we choose


Allison Thorpe is a writer from Lexington, Kentucky.  After spending several decades living a quiet life in the country, she is still adjusting to the city and all it has to offer. You can find her in a Starbucks with a newspaper or a book of poems. Recent work appears or is forthcoming in Scapegoat Review, Kentucky Review, Appalachian Heritage, South85 Journal, Third Wednesday, The Citron Review, The Meadow, Agave Magazine, Front Range Review, Clapboard House, Naugatuck River Review, and Motif v4 - seeking its own level: an anthology of writings about water.


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