Poetry. Creative minds experience resistance and encounter turmoil when trapped inside the confines of a utilitarian culture. Universal harmony suffers. So, what do some imaginations do? They write poems. Commenting on her poems in this book Serena Fusek confesses 'a sense that there is something--perhaps something important--right next to me that I cannot see.' She adds that her poems 'rise as obsessions with ravens and angels, ' plus 'how the light falls and stains the world with shadows.' In short, Fusek, disenchanted with the status quo, rejects the mundane: 'the sick snake of traffic / crawling slow as a clogged drain' and 'in the attic, / chained to the rafters, / the angel screams / without sound' in favor of harmony with nature: 'Here is my bed / with its rose quilt / and headboard woven of thorns. / I wander the deer trail.' Her diction is sensitive when she says 'eyes blue / as arctic snow at twilight' and 'we sat by the window / watched petals brown / and curl / like burning paper.' Along the way she wows with penetrating imagery: 'shocks of light / sizzle down air / that stinks of incense / and iron.' Fusek's language is an electric current flowing beyond the profane and into the sacred. How apropos she ends her poem, 'Prayer for Raven's return, ' with 'I listen / for Raven's call / hoarse as the rasp / of an old man / spilling a lifetime's secrets / summoning me / to the blood feast / of poetry.' ANCIENT MAPS AND A TAROT PACK is a sensitive and image rich journey through a private but shared universe. What a wonderful ride it is!--Alan Bri
Poetry. Creative minds experience resistance and encounter turmoil when trapped inside the confines of a utilitarian culture. Universal harmony suffers. So, what do some imaginations do? They write poems. Commenting on her poems in this book Serena Fusek confesses 'a sense that there is something--perhaps something important--right next to me that I cannot see.' She adds that her poems 'rise as obsessions with ravens and angels, ' plus 'how the light falls and stains the world with shadows.' In short, Fusek, disenchanted with the status quo, rejects the mundane: 'the sick snake of traffic / crawling slow as a clogged drain' and 'in the attic, / chained to the rafters, / the angel screams / without sound' in favor of harmony with nature: 'Here is my bed / with its rose quilt / and headboard woven of thorns. / I wander the deer trail.' Her diction is sensitive when she says 'eyes blue / as arctic snow at twilight' and 'we sat by the window / watched petals brown / and curl / like burning paper.' Along the way she wows with penetrating imagery: 'shocks of light / sizzle down air / that stinks of incense / and iron.' Fusek's language is an electric current flowing beyond the profane and into the sacred. How apropos she ends her poem, 'Prayer for Raven's return, ' with 'I listen / for Raven's call / hoarse as the rasp / of an old man / spilling a lifetime's secrets / summoning me / to the blood feast / of poetry.' ANCIENT MAPS AND A TAROT PACK is a sensitive and image rich journey through a private but shared universe. What a wonderful ride it is!--Alan Bri