Where the Leaves Darken
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“Where the leaves darken” is Steven Pelcman’s third volume of poetry. This diversified collection takes us on a journey of personal to universal experiences. Poems about a grandmother and her cat, to the streets of Paris, Istanbul, Marrakesh and Prague, the intimacy of a father’s illness and a sister dying to WW 2 as well as everyday small and large experiences. From a bakery to the sea to the homeless, “Where the leaves darken” will enlighten on every page.
Steven Pelcman
Steven Pelcman is an American educator, film producer and published author who has been residing in Germany for over 19 years. Mr. Pelcman’s poetry and short stories have been published in many magazines including The Windsor Review, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, Fourth River magazine, River Oak Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Tulane Review, The Baltimore Review, The Warwick Review, The Cape Rock magazine, The Greensboro Review, enskyment.org, Iodine Poetry Journal, Rockhurst Review magazine and numerous others. He was nominated for the 2012 Pushcart Prize. http://stevenpelcman.blogspot.de
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Where the Leaves Darken - Steven Pelcman
Summer in the Catskills
Once home was the smell
of wild strawberries
gloating on bushes
changing the summer air
in a tangled circus
of ancient trees
behind the small bungalow
we stayed in each summer.
I refused to hold
my sister’s hand
as we skipped
and shuffled
along the dirt paths
of the circled rim
of forest that deer
poke their heads through
in the golden ring
of darkness that settled
above us in the musty
wooden coolness.
The dark was darker then
and as the sun stirred
the air baby-red,
the knotty pine that drifted
my way scared me
with its carnival masks
and new-born distortions
and earthy silence.
My sister was
oblivious to the wind,
to the encroaching breathing
not our own
to the sounds
we thought we heard
of running water
over polished stone
as she held onto me
in the darkness
I could barely touch
or see through.
We began to run
through cobwebs
and clouds of mosquitoes
that hung in the air
dropping our mother’s bowl
of strawberries
bleeding over dry leaves
and caked mud
until we reached
the backside of the bungalow’s
slant boards and spidery windows
out of breath.
We wondered if forests
talk to other children
or if it was a secret
all our own.
Velvet: A Cocker Spaniel’s Story
Cheri says the kids like to play
outside in the countryside
of upstate New York
where the occasional criminal
is a black bear
tossing aside garbage cans
or a deer darting
in and out of the wood
that surrounds the property.
But Velvet always accompanies
Deanna and Justin as she rolls
in the first dreams of early
sunlit mornings turning green patches
of grass where the leaves
darken into pools of memory and bone.
She runs, knowing the land
is thick with hills and forest
and where its secret hiding places
are as Cheri rides the tractor
following the sun-sloped curve
of dog into black grass of flies
splintering to the next spot
of stillness as green stretches itself out
to change color before the trees.
Velvet ignores the machinery sounds
and bounces in the shadows
of spring swallows feeding on misplaced bugs.
Her hollow bark seems endless
and full of long-pointed
wings and dizzy flies.
When dusk light approaches
and the kids watch the sun
set behind the smoky hills
and the sky turns as dark
as Velvet’s eyes,
she sits as a soft wooden moment
by Justin and Deanna’s side
when dogs dream
and chase the color of grass.
A Tree Speaks Out in Winter
There is no wind
yet my leaves fall
as if God
plucks them
one by one
and sends my brittle
wings tumbling
and cracking the air
to mummify
on the cold pavement
into corpses waiting
for rain or snow
or the simple movement of feet,
and as each part of me
shudders and whispers
before landing
you can almost hear
my body shift
its branches to one side,
and sigh.
Sunday Morning on Madeira
The morning haze lifts its veil
and church bells cling
to the rise of color in
the Angels Trumpets and Hibiscus
and the stuttering agility
of wall lizards.
Sunlight spreads across
the hills and through the odd mix
of Evergreens and Laurels, Palms
and Jacaranda