YES! I finally have a poem. I have missed wordling. I almost got caught by cows, this time. Can’t wait to see how everyone else uses that word.While Looking For Cows to Photograph
Day in and day out, Curtis photographed Plains Indians
— their fierce grace, their remote splendour — unshaken
by the foreign eye trained on them. Here, in their faces,
the lens recorded a marble ruggedness alongside pride,
a sure knowledge of place in their world alongside
a growing doubt. They posed for him in front of simple
backdrops, these warriors of the open lands — who took
their blessings from the Earth and Air — and later looked
upon their images as if at strangers, in silence.
Process: I did my usual pairing of words I thought might work together, but it was warriors that sent me in the direction of Plains Indians, a particular study of mine. I paid attention to the words that end the lines, even more than usual, wanting them to say much of the poem. I used the dashes to separate what amount to asides.
Edward S. Curtis is known for his photographs of American Indians. I don’t usually include a photograph, but thought one might look nice, so went hunting after I finished the poem. He fit.