Abigail Rakow is a sophomore nursing student at Catholic University with a love for poetry and visual art. Though different in their methods, she believes that both of these two art forms have the same purpose, distilling human experience into its most poignant form and allowing us to understand ourselves and each other better. Though unpublished, she has placed in competitions for her poetry and has exhibited two temporary installation shows with her oil paintings.
Early morning rises;
crickets peep and crow,
and gale-songs sing
songs that fill the sky.
Heather-sticks
blow up the crest
of a hill, backlit
by blue morning glory.
A mother’s heavy skirts
balloon and swell,
competing with
white cotton clouds
in splendor.
She clutches the parasol
tight to her waist,
lest the wind sweep
it off to dance
through the billowing sky.
The child looks on,
indifferent to their games.
Grass and lady and cloud
all bend at the whim
of the breeze that blows
up that hill at dawn.
Who knew such movement
could be preserved in a moment?
Who knew you could paint the wind
that dances across her face?