portion of the artwork for Lara Candland's poems

the beetle’s ordination

conferred the patientest spelling of this season:

the chorister waves her bone.


combing leaves from her ringlets—

three birds plumb the sky

a squirrel and his nut climb the stile


remoter amphritite’s whim—

her blanched mien seamless, bleak

against a smoky sky

we clamor to split before her


hammers blank leaden blows—

pebbles and acorns fly—

we joggle seasons together.


broken spectacles

branches barred against the sky

rock, sky, branch slumbereth

—Lara Candland

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 28 | Spring 2010