“The Bird Trap”
The Hardy Tree
A poem in part an ekphrasis on a painting by Pieter Brueghel the Younger
And under their laughter and guttural chirrups
lies nothing but the scrape of skates
and the dull chatter of curling stones
as they slip, like great rounds of granite bread,
toward some gradually vanishing target
etched on the scored ice.
That vanishing point etched on ice puts one in mind that the painting itself is a trap for the viewer. And the poem for the reader.
And so for day 2662