Anne Poarch’s Flight - keenly observed and deeply felt, a book of looking and longing - is an ardent meditation on the world’s natural beauty and our human place within it.
Reading Anne Poarch’s Flight makes me want to take a long walk in the woods. Not later, but right now. While the butterflies are flying, which they do with grace throughout this tender book.
Anne Poarch’s lyrical appreciation of nature, winged and otherwise, charms and inspires, while her meditations encourage us to slow down, look closer and love deeper. Read it a poem at a time or all at once, and you will surely, like me, step a little lighter.
In her visually stunning, jewel-like poetry, Anne Poarch creates refreshing moments of solitude and appreciation for both the natural world around us, and for the personal relationships that sustain us. Her lush cadence is infused with images of the Virginia landscape, and the Southern backgrounds of her life and experience. In my mind’s eye, I can see Thomas Jefferson reading Anne’s poetry with a smile on his face.
Anne Poarch is a brave writer who is deeply committed to exploring the world through her poetry. Her acutely personal verses are both touching and inspiring.
Reading Anne Poarch’s poetry is like opening an unexpected gift, hopeful, and deeply real. She beautifully takes you on a journey of the spirit. It made me want to have the same experiences. Like her poem, ‘Winter Robin’, you might think it is just a lovely poem about a robin, but it is so much more...