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Kristin Ryling

Lapin Press

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Pochette / The Fettering of Lunette

Once by way of field, a child’s pollen paint of marigolds, stains 

of black raspberries, where colors made manifest of spirit.

Woodlands where I set my fingerprints, crayon flowers of the 

long grass, loving expressions of tincture.


Blue head lillies, hare’s tail cotton grass, e’le’ ocharide de

Robbins, narrow leaf cattails and a Northern pheasant,

May apples and yellow lotus, fewarther obscure grass, slightly

lower fragrances just above my rib.


I was never Adam’s daughter, yet a simple friend of herb

Robert, whole leaf rosin weeds and white arum, the three way

sedge, pointer the wild blue phlox, purple loosestrife, northern

wild rice, purple prairie trilliums. 




Lighterman to Lana’i , figuring the poem of birds,

Kama’o, Amaui, O’ma’o, Oloma’o,

feathers of Molokai’, endearing skies. 


Then to fieldfare, Sahel sparrows, Saltators

Slate Colored Solitaires, Swainson’s 

Thrush, tome and the vaunt of readers.


Whole forms to the Veery, Purple Martin,

blue used only for women, Lazuli 

Buntings, carol craft of bright indigo.




To breathe as a fraction, to live as a third, while in the

quarter window, there is a rabbit, in visage of cacophonies,

ears back!


To move by unknown motives, to hold winter’s breath,

or the frost that is the chest, weights within those inches,

or winded paths self aberrant.


Eighths of conundrum, in Wilkerson I hear, peculiar

tessellations B flat of voice, horrific terrors through the icicles,

hard waters of larynx.


What shivers in poor cadence the childish spine, her’s

is a octave language below the secession of broken bones,

timbre’s artifact by the eaves the leaving snow.


Two by the scandal adherent the moment, the harkness

and the silence, both by divisions made rift of juncture, one

the tears, twice the weeping preamble.


Divinations quietly, full flesh pied through fire, both ways

the seams of child, frame, fate, coppice or seal, angles where by 

the body’s grievances, divide and break.




Nihilism was heard in the weeping, lead in the intransigent,

vinaceous the diminishing vein, full life in the siphon of minutes,

faithlessness in the orthogonal register, less by the gentlemen 

of the pen. 


The rectangle in the monument, odd portraitures in the cure

of moss, a quiet periwinkle in the hasp of casuist, a stipendiary

in the logomach of winds, caissons leaving through the 

palpitations of the flowers.


Nape of hope in the heelpiece, flinch in the actiniform of grace,

imprudent upon the shade, light in the agency of penmanship, such

sterling of Pelion, or the poise of leaf in golden atoms, 

gramercy flames in the famishes of banian.






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