The Poetry Corner

Entry Point

By Paul Cameron Brown

Ants colonized it -huge abodes littered with the dead (leaves, sticks, the occasional granulated insect piled high, totemic-fashion) reaping a fortune in scenery, though probably not food Ojibways were next- their tell-tale encampment by pocket-sized waterfall, inlets off a winding cataract & moss, loam-thick with black soil a future arboreal dream inching over rock, darling crevice for northern orchid, then kiss of red death the hybrid trillium & more sinister cousin, jack-in-the-pulpit for Indian foragers. Animistic limestone shone hands, poked thru the forest with stealth, petroglyphic lava beds -a cougar pouncing- runic carvings the cold in the Giant's stone nostrils billowing off the lake like a presence.