Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Later They’ll Say She Got Lost in the Blizzard by Lorna Crozier

Duped by the moon    
a woman walks into snow and knows
at once what she once was.
Feathers return to the hollow   
above her shoulder blades, 
gravity swoops from the earth
into the sky
and she soars upward
head turning like an owl’s,
eyes big enough to see a vole 
sleeping in it’s soft
sarcophagus of snow;
when she swerves
to look at what’s behind
she glimpses
through the farmhouse window
her daughter, her white-haired
husband and the old 
amnesiac who is her father
dumbly waiting at the table
she had set,
their empty plates
shining from this height
as if the moon itself
had been sliced like a winter turnip
and could serve no better purpose
than to hold what they would eat.

~ from The Wrong Cat (McClelland & Stewart, 2015)


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