I don't know if I should be picturing an ancient pagan sacrifice involving money imprinted with antlers and crowns or my own children fighting right before bed and succumbing to the dark oblivion of sleep. I have read it twice now and could make a strong case for either analysis. Your poems would make fantastic fodder for literary criticism. Your lexicon is so satisfying, and your phrasing helps me see familiar words in a whole new light.
I can't parse the whole thing, but the coins are Canadian quarters -- caribou on the front, King Charles on the back (though most of the quarters I see these days are still Queen Elizabeth ones).
I absolutely love the intensity and surrealism of this. It’s like a cross of Ilya Kaminsky with animalistic imagery
I am too literal to understand this, but I love its sounds.
I don't know if I should be picturing an ancient pagan sacrifice involving money imprinted with antlers and crowns or my own children fighting right before bed and succumbing to the dark oblivion of sleep. I have read it twice now and could make a strong case for either analysis. Your poems would make fantastic fodder for literary criticism. Your lexicon is so satisfying, and your phrasing helps me see familiar words in a whole new light.
I can't parse the whole thing, but the coins are Canadian quarters -- caribou on the front, King Charles on the back (though most of the quarters I see these days are still Queen Elizabeth ones).
Exactly right, Alex. Thank you very kindly for reading, despite the poem's occultations.
Oh, thank you, that is helpful!
Beautiful poem, and beautiful chapel. A hidden gem among cow pastures.