{"id":278,"date":"2018-08-15T01:54:49","date_gmt":"2018-08-15T01:54:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/?p=278"},"modified":"2018-07-26T22:57:51","modified_gmt":"2018-07-26T22:57:51","slug":"two-poems-by-brandon-marlon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/2018\/08\/15\/two-poems-by-brandon-marlon\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems by Brandon Marlon"},"content":{"rendered":"
Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 250+ publications in 28 countries. www.brandonmarlon.com<\/a><\/em><\/h6>\n

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Country Barn<\/h3>\n

Cockcrow’s rays against red-painted siding
\nadd a fiery tincture, stark and arresting,
\nto an otherwise monotone surround
\nof swidden and forests pruned and pollarded,
\na quiet haven redolent of timber and hay
\nwhere each thread of sound
\nis distinctly discerned and townspeople
\ncome to rusticate or else when lost.<\/p>\n

At prandial hours, grazing livestock mosey
\nalong through sliding doors, past tractors
\nin various states of disrepair, keen on ensilage
\nto supplement their diets;
\nthey casually disregard the ranch hand,
\nimmersed in the sudorific ardor of labor,
\nforging a brand in the refiner’s fire.<\/p>\n

All the stalls and chutes are in adequate fettle,
\nalthough silos display the toll of the elements.
\nPewter wind chimes, decorative and melodic,
\ntaunt the aged weather vane with their newness
\neven as the windpump bemoans its missing blades.<\/p>\n

Local folk, salt of the earth, humble as a pebble,
\nheave bales and inhale the breeze,
\nglad to disburden their backs
\nevery so often and munch by the porch
\nsmoked jerky, guessing at the spice rub,
\nan unorchestrated symphony of neighing,
\nlowing, bleating, crowing, and clucking
\nconstant in the background, reverberating off
\nlofty rafters where spiders oversee proceedings.<\/p>\n

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Airport Lounge<\/h3>\n

Sometimes reaching the designated gate
\nis a micro feat that feels macro, a private triumph
\nfor those surpassing the hectic havoc
\nof an international terminal at midday,
\nwhere people vie, jostle, queue,
\nsardines rushing to be canned in metal birds.<\/p>\n

This assembly of assorted cross-purposes
\nis but a symphony of haste and angst,
\na community of wanderers, random and non-replicable,
\nits members anxious for destinations
\nwhile reluctantly resigned to journeys,
\nthe real price we must pay.<\/p>\n

Many consider lounge a misnomer,
\nfor this is a hall of tension and dread;
\nnot all the duty-free liquor, smartphones, or flat screen TVs
\nlooping muted newscasts can distract the mind
\nfrom its uneasiness, from the sense of being
\ncorralled and harried, demoted to sheeple.<\/p>\n

In such a way station, where there are alternately
\nway too many seats or none available whatsoever,
\nthe wise befriend strangers so that time flies
\nfaster even than the 747 now preboarding
\npassengers with small children or special needs,
\nits jets set to entirely alter the atmosphere.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 250+ publications in 28 … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-278","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-4u","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=278"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":280,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278\/revisions\/280"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=278"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=278"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=278"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}