Five poems

MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA
Image by Susan Dubrofsky

 

Canadian poetry

The birds are quiet here.
They do not shout
or bang about the window openings.
They are discreet
and twitter from a distance
screened by shrub and fence,
minding their business.

 

 

Perfume

All my life, someone
(first my grandmother, Yorkshire crude,
then my parents, too tough to tell,
and now my sister, gray like me)
has brought me one
and put it – small – in my hand.

Open the box,
push aside excelsior,
lift from thin paper wrapper
and slice: an Easter egg, chocolate nut.

And then – as does myrrh’s bitter scent,
released when the jar’s unstopped –
its fragrance feeds me

 

 

And snow again

Today the world is white orchids and ice pellets
and I am waiting to remember.

Here are stiffness and exhaustion: words that conjoin
after a five-month winter.

There is a clump of purple crocuses, though one of the birch trunks
is in the way. You can see it from here.

I want to be clear. If you lean forward you will see:
soft amethyst tubes closed tight

take the cold wind from the storm.
It will be May.

 

 

Winter, prairie

You see her looking out an upper window.
The bedroom.
Her hair is blond and up, her skin
a pale reflection.

She looks down where they play
then up, across
the flat, white, sunny plain.

Use talent to remember this. Engineer it.

For her the treeless afternoon, for them the snow.
For you, her.

 

 

 

Message

So many near misses.
Air opens as bird swerves away from car and I am grateful.

My child floats her soul down the street,
unaware that subtexts bear her onwards,
that she is held up by thought-bubbles:
miss u, meet u, dear you.

Wait for me. I am almost there.

 

 

  • Mike

    Thoughtful and diverse. That’s you. Good stuff.

  • Lori Pickering

    Exquisite, in every sense of the word.

  • Lynn Des Ruisseaux-Luker

    Louise’s writing always feeds my soul and fills my mind. I see what she writes as though it is a snap shot.

  • Audrey Ogilvie

    From now on some winter days will contain white orchids and snow pellets… Thank you for your beautiful words. All of them.