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The Haunting Image in Poetry
Sometimes images just grab us, won't let go, and haunt our psyche. Capturing these visceral images in poetry can prickle the hair on the nape of the neck. Listen to Charlie's commentary via the stream or the file download.
Morning At the Edge of the World
We stood on the cabin step
how slowly
--Charlie Rossiter
arm in arm, and saw
beyond the sound of waves
through thick gray Nova Scotia mist
the first faint light.
Incredible how slow
the old man on his bicycle
appeared like a ghost from the south
crossed the horizon
and disappeared.
