Thoreau would have loved this dark lining to a stormy December day, the even darker, almost liquid, pooling of night. He’d have loved me preparing meals, doing dishes, my son his homework, all by candlelight, the household machines, loud-mouthed TV standing lifeless.
I find myself spare in the silence, sharpened. My steps count, movement is rationed, the thrust and parry of the world I know— a thunderous dream from which I have at last awakened. In the chill air I light a fire and worlds long gone lick the edges of today, speak of a mind that roamed free, mapping its maker. No outage there.
Here’s a poem published 14 years ago in North Shore Magazine – it seemed appropriate, given the current power outages in Canada and the USA! Here’s hoping all of you affected keep warm, have water to drink, food to eat and oh, get your internet service back, computers and cellphones charged up.
I’m absolutely thrilled and honoured to have this particular poem considered a winner by contest judge Eric Morago! Each of three judges chose a winner and two finalists from a pool of 2000 individual poems. You can read my poem and the judge’s comments HERE
The other winning poems and links to them can be accessed from the main page here