CHAPBOOKS
Widow's Walk
A cycle of 18 poems, tracing a young mother's journey from grief to renewal.
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No Light
There was no light in the window
as I drove into the lane.
Only foreboding dwelt there then
and panic climbed the stair.
Only a cold wind opened the door
and frantic cried into the hall.
Hope echoed off the wall.
Only a deathly still hung in the air
suspending time
haunting, desperate like a prayer.
... no light in the window
as the roof came crashing down.
Only passersby to stare
as happiness flew out the door
and grief ran into the street
madly tearing out her hair.
© vmt
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Ode to the Muse
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Mauve you rise, regal
from the velvet cushion
of your loam
foaming seat of passion
oozing resplendent
in your purple robes
loden-fringed.
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Dripping ruby off the tongue
you gush forth a wine
of longing
newly-vinted
vines entangling ankles
grounded, till now to earth's
per diem.... [excerpt]
© vmt
Mauve You Rise and other poems
A miscellaneous collection of 18 poems whimsical, serious, and meditative.
Wellington Beach and other poems
A cycle of 11 poems relating to water, plus others about strong women
and various art exhibitions at the Regent Theatre, Picton, Ont.
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Heronic Ode
Perched on the dock
melding with marsh cove
and water, sky
I scan horizon
spy a tic, a move
where three rocks lie
protrude above the surface.
Heron! blue, it is
and powder grey
in profile, perfect head
neat, barely visible
silhouette in camouflage.
Arc of neck rotating, stretching
strains to listen. What, to hear?
hum of earth, harmony of spheres,
wind shimmers, ripple wavelets
undulating lily floats
ruffled feathers, settling.
Heron! ... [excerpt]
© vmt
First published in "And find a place to stand",
Hidden Brook Press, 2009