placed in the pan, the colour
of rainbow trout
and the upended
like the stripes
in fillets, farmed
here’s the wild
(unrhymable), now melting butter
taste the chi
there’s the secret
place for picking, dying spruce trees
over moss, so thick, it was hard
not to leave footsteps
In week 2 of Coursera ModPo we’re looking at The Way by Rae Armantrout. ** I’m impressed by how much she suggests in a few words. In an interview where she discusses this poem she says how the first part of the poem was from found material – snippets of overheard conversations that she recorded in a notebook.
**That there’s a trout in my poem and a “trout” in Aremantrout’s name is a happy synchronicity that I only noticed after first publishing this post 🙂
**But there’s even more coincidence – a day after my original posting, I came across an interview with Armantrout in the newly transformed Lemon Hound web site. She talks about how she gets her ideas for poems. And I was interested in what she said about line breaks – because I’ve been thinking about line breaks recently.