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
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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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