Gloria & other poems

It seemed important to stay close to the trees
and every time I performed the dream-trick

flying

my ten-year-old self woke satisfied

Mullein, Laval University, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia commons

Gloria

a yellow bird in the bare top
of a dead tree
hello bee in flowering herb
getting this sweet day
everything warm plants exhaling
filling up the robins’ bath
under the maple
mossy feathered ferntastic
mullein mullein mullein mullein
reading poetry outside
after mosquitoes before black flies
and the sweat of others drips on me
so grateful still to be
in high places

in excelsis

Before

when I bent my knees
slightly and pushed       off
up I went slowly
always at the same intersection
of the small town where I grew up
to glide above the blurry trees

It seemed important to stay close to the trees
and every time I performed the dream-trick
                                                                           flying
my ten-year-old self woke satisfied

Now
I test
whether the right knee
allows me to go downstairs easily
to stand among the trees
the blur gone I tell you

                 you               clear  near  dear
                                                                      to me

Living alone

swimming in words
is it any wonder
that when I surface
and speak
I sometimes say
the wrong thing
drowning
on dry land

For my mother on her birthday

Send her
the sweetest sleep
the one in which
she slips
from bodily discomfort
sobs and soft murmurs
disturbing her labour

to where
just before
she moves over the edge
she feels
one last moment
of perfect ease.


Louise Carson lives in a bungalow surrounded with gardens. She paid for it by teaching music. Now she just writes. She’s published three collections of poetry and been selected for Best Canadian Poetry three times. She also writes mysteries. Her latest book is The Cat Laughs.

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