The Poem by Diane Furtney


“The Poem” by Diane Furtney


“ . . . this loose, drifting material of life . . .

Some idea of a new form. Suppose one thing

should open out of another—as in an unwritten

novel”–Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary


It’s instinctive, the lift at it,

the damp summer grassweed smell,

and you think small: gopher,

badger, fox; an over owl; between the weeds.

Then these shallow ditches, and the low

foliage recovering from shock,

scrambling off from our passing headlights.

And now crickets, deploying over a square

cornered exactly as a blanket,

chanting their formations uniformly

to the border. At just one spot,

on past the next field, it’s

unaccountable: warm cinnamon.

And good, dulcet Bradley,

so unnerved all spring, really,

seems calm at the wheel now

for the first time in weeks. Continuously,

my threshed hair, blown at the window,

bothers my raised bent knee

and thigh; when my right hand dangles

off the fast steel ledge,

its fingers unconsciously canter the wind.

                And I would agree, dear

aggravating V., there may be in these

enough of moment to sustain the novel—

whatever happens in the warm, wide wind—

though just barely,

I daresay, the poem.




Share your response to this work, in any form, here



Diane Furtney Artist Statement:

Diane Furtney lives near Phoenix, but Tulsa, Poughkeepsie, and many jobs across
the U.S. appear in the several decades of her resume. She is a translator (French,
Japanese), the author of two mystery novels, and a poet whose work has appeared
in two prize-winning chapbooks as well as in VQR, Poetry International, Able
Muse Review, Stand (England), Poetry Northwest, The Kenyon Review, Notre
Dame Review, and other noted journals. “Science And” (FutureCycle Press,
2014) is her collection of science-inspired poems. “The Blue Man: Poems of the
Ordinary” is in press with FutureCycle for 2017. Her “Sailing to Mytilene” was
nominated for the 2015 Pushcart Prize.


Author: A Room of Her Own

Share This Post On