Poetry on Lake Simcoe
We were oceans apart when I met you
On my way to a blackened hell
You swept by me
A wingless angel
And pulled me up
To keep me from sinking
I sat on invisible alae
Stunned by your strength
You carried me to loftier dreams
While I scattered old dead skin
Like fragile snowflakes
Pale white shells
Lighting up the sky
And drifted from memory
Like a cold winter song
Skimming dancing flitting
As broken pebbles do
We smiled and wondered
On whose tongue they would fall
These Fragile Snowflakes, by Shelley Marwood, is based on Di Nardo's poem, "Poetry on Lake Simcoe." It was commissioned and premiered by Jubilate Singers of Toronto in May 2014. It won the 2015 U of T Choral Composition Competition and was sung by the MacMillan Singers on December 6, 2015. www.shelleymarwood.com
Florence loves to smile from her bald toothless head.
Her thick fleshy body pushes out against constricting clothes.
She waddles in and out of stores looking at clerks.
Her jelly smile rests on you for a moment,
Then without deliberation,
Sinks quickly back into its asinine grin.
Volatile, catapulting threats, mocking you with her eyes,
She disarms you.
Wanton streetwalker of a time long ago,
She now sails proudly through the crowds
Flashing her low deep fatty chest,
Waiting for applause,
Wanting to be photographed.
She is the moose you see strewn along Bloor Street.
Emblem of our city, she stands erect,
Taunting, parading her flag, claiming the streets,
Laughing at the silliness of it all.
A Path for Trees
There’s a photograph of two rows of trees
And in between a path like a road
Cosseted by the fleece of falling snow
Impressed on us alone
I wonder how we can say with certainty
The trees were planted in this fashion
Or why we choose to imagine a footpath
Carved for us alone
When at the end of the open living space
Our eyes are deceived by shadiness
Under rows and rows of further pines
Fixed for us alone
Nothing is said of our trodden thoughts
Expect nothing on the far-off walk
Except for the long and lone way out
For us and us alone
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