Nancy Shanahan, Director of the AAPS welcomed guests. |
The nearly thirty guests who attended the OPA poetry reading, “Voices
from the Past,” at Serpent Mound State Memorial on Saturday, September 26, 2015,
were treated to a delightful afternoon of poetry and drums. The Great Serpent Mound is a 1,348-foot three-foot-high
prehistoric effigy mound on a plateau of an ancient impact crater along Brush Creek in
Adams County, Ohio. The mound is maintained by the
Arc of Appalachia
Preserve System (AAPS) on behalf of the Ohio History Connection. It is
designated a National Historic Landmark by the United States Department of
Interior.
Guests were welcomed by Nancy Shanahan, Director of the AAPS,
and then treated to the poetry of featured reader Kimberlee Medicine Horn Jackson. Kimberlee is a Yankton Sioux Native American. Her
poetry examines the fading boundary between Native and non-native, and
questions whether to re-enforce the lines between two worlds or to smudge the
great divide where peaceful relationships can be restored. She is an adjunct
English instructor at Kent State University, Geauga Campus.
Kari Gunter-Seymour was among those who read poems. |
David and Guilda LaClerc Altman played the drums for the event. |
According to Chuck Salmons,
president of OPA and reader at the event, “Though the weather grew cool and a
bit wet as the afternoon progressed, the setting was perfect. The poetry
combined with the drumming made the day a nice tribute to this monument and
state treasure.”
Visitor Carol Loyd, from State College, Pennsylvania, said, “It was an extraordinary event, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.”
Herb Wasserstrom, from Columbus, agreed saying, “This was a wonderful event in every respect. The people who were presenting their poetry were as fine a group of poets as I’ve ever seen in one place at one time. Thoroughly enjoyable! Do it again!”
Following is one of the poems Kimberlee shared with those who gathered at Serpent Mound:
Reach Across
In re-memory I
was never
taken; never
kidnapped. I do not
remember that
unreal day.
I reach across
time; decades are lumbering clouds
super-saturated
with tears; I mean water.
Grief takes as
long as it needs.
Never mind I
was two, never mind—
I reach across
the long sky, neon shifting
auroras like a
young mother and toddler embracing.
Fleeting, so
fleeting… so temporary, so fragile.
Call them the
long arms, the strong arms of government.
Name them
dissolute in the act of unbraiding
Native
families; their plan superior to Creator.
Say they walk
in the armor of arrogance, go on;
Say it. There are no hushed voices now.
We have been
silenced too long.
Kimberlee Medicine Horn Jackson said of the event, “The setting at Serpent Mound for Voices of the Past: the Ancient Ones was perfect. To be among the other poets from Ohio and listen to our diverse voices honor the past was a beautiful way to share stories of the ones who have gone before us.”
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