"...Old hearsay and spirit talk gone into/The near silence of the place."
Click the play button to listen to Damon read from his poem “Among Ruins”. The full text appears below Tabby’s painting...
What is there to make of the house and porch Crumbling into ruins, of bindweed grown Up through slats of rotted timber, chipped and Dismantled by the long harvest of families Who could never stay here? The curtains rent, Bed iron overturned in the cross-hairs Of paneless windows and the screen door Remarkably intact and just parted For us to see the knob missing, the door shut We guess for years. These are the signs we think Of some country we know to be passing. Old hearsay and spirit talk gone into The near silence of the place. Still we stop To look a little and to wonder some At the lean of abandonment, at those Birds who have stopped with us, gracing now the Slopes of spring trees. What would it mean to go Forward, to cross this barbed wire strung here? The wind tap of a tin sign left on the line Just where we stand, where others used to be.
This work appears in Between Artists, Life in Paintings and Prose, by Damon Falke and Tabby Ivy. You can preorder from the second printing of the “Between Artists” book (the first printing sold out!) at tabbyivy.com/books
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Damon Falke is the author of, among other works, The Scent of a Thousand Rains, Now at the Uncertain Hour, By Way of Passing, and Koppmoll (film). He lives in northern Norway.
Tabby Ivy is a painter living in Bigfork, Montana. Painting came to her late in life. Her studio is in a converted golf cart garage. It is a sanctuary for painting and reading her vast collection of art books. www.tabbyivy.com