Air Born- an ekphrastic poem about the painting Airborne by Fran Forman

My flight holds the world, the stars. I hold infinite knowledge, clasped In my small, pale hands: An Armillary sphere that spins on its Axis as we drift across the small sky, Over material plains (grasslands, lakes, mountains). Our knowledge (time, space, meridians, zeniths) Falls down, too great for those below who cannot withstand the … Continue reading Air Born- an ekphrastic poem about the painting Airborne by Fran Forman