Last week on the Seattle Poetry Chain, Bob Redmond gave us a spirited poem about Ohio and the burning of the Cuyahoga. This week, he gives us a new poet whose writing you may know, but probably not from his poetry. Here's what Bob has to say about him:
Larry Lee Palmer covers horses and horse racing for the P-I and other outlets, and on a hunch I asked him if he writes "regular" poetry as well. He does—in fact he considers himself a poet foremost. With this I agree wholeheartedly: no local columnist is as lyrical, no matter what form they try. And while most self-described poets forget that the word "poetry" is bestowed rather than presumed, Palmer has earned his.
Here is Larry Lee Palmer's poem:
THE BEAST OF FIRE
Bright creatures in the fiery glade Where under glaze and etch of stars The rub of hot sweet promise made; She feels it in her nape and loin as if The moon might burst to quench Her wet desire with her thirst— Then comes he roaring round a bend Prancing round her like the night— Her moan has made his armor proud The wildebeest of desire Wallows in the liquid fire And she bends low as if to rub Her open beauty in the earth, Her screams for tenderness Remind the dead to breathe And make his bellow hoarse with need— Then like a swift and brutal god of love He mounts his leapord bride and rides with Her through kingdoms of the Pleiades: If beauty be the sex of tenderness Then love a beast of fire That haunts us in our emptiness.
Palmer unlocks another whole world of possibilities for the Seattle Poetry Chain, so tune in next week to see who he chooses to succeed him. Thanks to Bob Redmond and many thanks to Larry Lee Palmer for participating in the Seattle Poetry Chain.