{"id":834,"date":"2012-09-03T16:33:34","date_gmt":"2012-09-04T00:33:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=834"},"modified":"2012-09-04T06:47:57","modified_gmt":"2012-09-04T14:47:57","slug":"judith-skillman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=834","title":{"rendered":"Judith Skillman"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Death of Pan<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We were only playing in the pasture,<br \/>\nwearing a patchwork of sun and sky,<br \/>\nragged with the coming autumn.<br \/>\nThat is to say we didn\u2019t mean<br \/>\nto drown out the sound of his flute\u2014<br \/>\nour piper, nor meddle with the conch shell<br \/>\nthat caused our fathers to panic.<\/p>\n<p>And his Arcadia\u2014<br \/>\nhow we adored her. We made wreaths<br \/>\nof wildflowers, twined tendrils of her hair<br \/>\naround our stubby hands as we brought<br \/>\nher one more gift: a leaf bloodied with color,<br \/>\na spare sapling, an agate choked in quartz.<\/p>\n<p>Until the river-god,<br \/>\nhappy as ever to be plunged in cold,<br \/>\ntook him from our arms and flung<br \/>\nhis instrument against the rocky shore.<br \/>\nThe syrinx shattered into seven reeds or nine,<br \/>\nand we, still infatuated with the echoes<br \/>\nour voices made in that valley, called out<br \/>\nto one another, not so much from loneliness<br \/>\nas the excitement of recitation.<\/p>\n<p>Light breezes<br \/>\ndog us as we go forward in reconnaissance,<br \/>\nteaching one another how to suffer<br \/>\nbeing schooled by lechers. Our appetite<br \/>\nfor the one called <em>Pitys<\/em>\u2014another nymph<br \/>\nloved by him, who turned into a pine tree<br \/>\nto escape his overtures,<br \/>\nruns nil to none.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Death of Pan&#8221; previously appeared in <em>The Never <\/em>(Dream Horse Press, 2010)<em>..<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.judithskillman.com\/_\/Welcome.html\">Judith Skillman<\/a>\u00a0is the author of twelve books of poems, including <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.versedaily.org\/2010\/aboutjudithskillmantn.shtml\">The Never<\/a><\/em> (Dream Horse Press, 2010), and <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.silverfishreviewpress.com\/?page=books&amp;bookID=18\">Heat Lightning: New and Selected Poems<\/a> <\/em>(Silverfish Review Press, 2006), and two which were finalists for the Washington State Book Award. Her most recent collection,\u00a0<em>The White Cypress (<\/em>Cerv\u00e9na Barva Press, 2011) was reviewed favorably in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thepedestalmagazine.com\/gallery.php?item=20268%0D\"><em>The Pedestal Magazine<\/em> <\/a>and <a href=\"http:\/\/iowareview.uiowa.edu\/?q=reviews\/nov-14-2011\/judith_skillmans_the_white_cypress\"><em>The Iowa Review<\/em> <\/a>and has a review forthcoming <em>The Raven Chronicles<\/em>.\u00a0She has received awards from the Academy of American Poets, \u00a0the King County Arts Commission (KCAC) Publication Prize, a KCAC Public Arts grant, and a Washington State Arts Commission Writer\u2019s Fellowship. Her poems and translations have appeared in <em>Poetry, FIELD, The Southern Review, The Iowa Review, Midwest Quarterly Review, Northwest Review, Prairie Schooner, Seneca Review,<\/em> and other journals and anthologies. She\u2019s been writer in residence at the <a href=\"http:\/\/centrum.org\/the-port-townsend-writers-conference\/\">Centrum Foundation<\/a> in Port Townsend, Washington, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.hedgebrook.org\/\">The Hedgebrook Foundation,<\/a> and the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jackstraw.org\/programs\/writers\/WritersForum\/index.html\">Jack Straw Foundation.<\/a> Skillman resides in Kennydale, Washington, and teaches for The Yellow Wood Academy, Mercer Island, Washington.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Death of Pan &nbsp; We were only playing in the pasture, wearing a patchwork of sun and sky, ragged with the coming autumn. 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