The Cabin

Mosquitoes
Thick as netting   rising

What a wonderful image! This is exactly what mosquitoes in the woods appear as: an impenetrable wall that rises from the ground that can easily ensnare one. Kyle Austin, age 21
I love how the swarms of mosquitoes are as thick as netting. Also, the space between netting and rising lets us feel the rising. Patricia Schlutt, age 15

 
A twilight squint
Of stars

I love the use of the word “squint” here; it is what I always do when I look up at a night sky, as though trying hard to decipher it. Kyle Austin, age 21

 
Walking the grassy bed
Of railroad grading
Up through swamp
The stumps   dark as bear

This poem is written carefully and delicately, but also rugged, and you see that in the line breaks and spaces between words. Patricia Schlutt, age 15
A swamp, dark stumps. These images along with the thick mosquitoes and the “squint of stars” seem to be hinting at a sense of the untamed or the unknown. “Dark as bear” is an interesting simile, makes me think of a big black bear. Imposing. Kyle Austin, age 21

 
One time I dreamed I was attacked
By deer
Who rose on their hind legs
And flailed the air before me

In the dream the nature of the deer is reversed. In reality the are docile and skittish toward humans, but in the dream they are aggressive and inspire fear. Interesting. Kyle Austin, age 21
This image makes me think of deer finally getting their revenge on the humans who hunt them--it's almost a complete role reversal, with the speaker being attacked and then running away leaving a trail of blood--normally what a deer would do. Kara Madden, age 22

 
When I reached my cabin
Through the confusion of trees and darkness
I was gouged and bleeding
All night they pounded against the walls.

The last line is really unexpected and ominous. I love it. Patricia Schlutt, age 15
Perhaps the cabin is a retreat, a place to escape the unruly and unknown expanse of the wild. Nature does not seem to be a place of comfort and solace in this poem, but one of danger and uncertainty. Kyle Austin, age 21
I love the mystery we are left with because it mirrors a certain mystery the woods carries in its thick trees. No one has mapped out the woods, or knows which turn will lead them safely home. Rahel Talen, age 21
This poem comes together well in a short amount of lines. I get the sense from the poet’s descriptions of nature that being at the cabin is a rather unsettling experience that conflicts with the experience of living elsewhere, perhaps in a more urban area. Kyle Ausin, age 21
Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.