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Podacanthus typhoon by Thomas Watling* [click image to enlarge] |
1. Podacanthus typhoon
Whoever named you
did not see you as you are:
elegant as a fine kimono
with your four understated wings
dark green against your dark red body.
The way it tapers to elongated pincers
is lovely enough to bring anyone’s brush to tears.
I was certain I could render
your pleasures for all the world to see
but I have come to realize
that there is something in you
I cannot paint
and will never understand.
2. Phasmidae
Under a leaf, a twig rocks
from side to side as if
a breeze has found it.
A winged male
steadies her abdomen
and inserts himself.
When she is flown,
the abandoned leaf will
weep for her. But it need not,
for after she has buried
her eggs, she will return
and consume it.
As with us and our own
mysteries, phasmidae were
never twigs, but they serve them.
—Poem was published previously in the San Diego Poetry Annual 2017-18 (Garden Oak Press, in association with the San Diego Entertainment & Arts Guild [SDEAG]; February 2018); appears here with permissions from the poet and the publisher
is a poet and artist whose work has appeared in The Atlantic, the London Review of Books, London Magazine, The New York Quarterly, Georgia Review, Prairie Schooner, Rattle, and elsewhere; and has been broadcast on NPR and BBC radio. She is the author of more than a dozen publications: fourteen collections of poems, a poetry advice book, and a non-fiction book about fifteen Florida cemeteries.
Haskins has been awarded three book prizes, two NEA fellowships, four Florida Cultural Affairs fellowships, the Emily Dickinson/Writer Magazine award from Poetry Society of America, and several prizes for narrative poetry. She retired from teaching Computer Science at the University of Florida in 2005 and served from then until 2015 on the faculty of Rainier Writers Workshop.
Author’s website: http://lolahaskins.com