Poetry Month Highlight: Poetry by local writers

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The Flin Flon Writers Guild usually celebrates National Poetry Month with a poetry night at the Flin Flon Public Library, co-hosted with the Flin Flon Toastmasters.

Of course, with COVID-19 measures in place this year, such a gathering was out of the question, so we opened up our website to any local writers who wish to share their work. Here is what they shared. All works are property of the authors.


Grand Entrance 

by Linda Ducharme

Deep dusky indigo gradually lightens.
Vermillion band along horizon
introduces warmth, spreads.
Brick-red lightens
becomes pumpkin and strawberry.
Vibrant magenta dances above,
tickling cloud bases,
fades
to pallid pink, a pastel blush,
warm shades fade.
Clear, clean, cobalt replaces radiant hues.
Sol emerges in eastern sky.

How to Define a Cat

copyright 2020  Glenda Walker-Hobbs

(with input from Farley, Yanni, Glory and Blake)

Cat

A cat is a stylist who licks your locks.
A cat is an animal snoring under a chair.
A cat is a mooch who desires your chicken.
A cat is a hunter who brings home mice.

A cat is an alarm clock at dawn.
A cat is an escape artist who bolts outside.
A cat is a heat pack that warms your feet.
A cat is a fur ball curled up on the couch.

A cat is a neighbourhood supervisor at the window.
A cat is a sympathizer who comforts your tears.
A cat is a dive bomber on the cardboard scratcher.
A cat is a slumster who drinks from the toilet.

A cat is a friend who shares your lap and life.

 

This poem has been published in Village Square, Spring 2020.

https://villagesquareliterary.com/index.php/8-poetry/410-how-to-define-a-cat

Poetry page: gwalkerhobbs.angelfire.com


 

End of the Season

by Harry C. Hobbs

the docks are empty now
only memories remain of:
motor boats chugging on the lake,
fisherman excitedly reeling in their catch,
toasting each other with amber beer,
canoeists laughing,
their paddles swooshing in rhythm,
children clip clopping along the boards,
playing on endless summer nights

island sits motionless,
trees on distant shore
nod their heads,
await refreshing sleep.

copyright 2020
This poem was used as part of the Water and the Wild Project and is on display with the exhibit


My Piano – 1919

Copyright Myrna I. Guymer  2020

 

 My inherited piano – a MacLean Weber was born from death, 

The death of my grandfather Guymer, (you never had 

A grandfather Guymer, Dad said).

Gramma Guymer bought a piano, not 

because that grandfather died, but because 

Gramma loved music, had artistic grace she expressed as a former dancer all those years 

before her life turned bleak sending

 her off to Winnipeg to study 

embalming and how to operate a funeral home.

She purchased the solid oak upright, with matching long compartment 

bench, all delivered to The Pas in a huge wooden crate dismantled by a hired hand 

a playhouse for her youngest children. 

Gramma, who I remember with busy dancing eyes—or was it her mouth?—that seemed to say 

she had many things on her mind, 

or maybe she had a trick up her long English sleeve, 

with hopes that after the Spanish flu stole 

her husband possibly

one of her five children would master the 

88 keys and fill her funeral parlor home with gladness.


Letter to my Great-Great Grandchild

Libby Stoker-Lavelle, April 2020

Inspired by J.P. Grasser, Letter to my Great-Great Grandchild

Oh honey,

How I wish for your happy existence.

How I wish for a world that continues to blossom and bloom

For birds that flit by the window to rest on the feeder

For the red tulips, with bright yellow tips, that open in the vase on the harvest table

And glow warmth as the sun shines through them

For watching the ice in the lake turn to water, how it cracks and sinks and makes a whooshing sound in the night 

For waiting for the loons to arrive, the nesting pair that have come every year. Is it even the same pair? How can we tell?

For gliding in a canoe, swatting away mosquitoes, grateful for the wind that whisks them away

For fingers trailing in the water, feeling the sweet ripples of cold water run through your hands

For the squish and squelch of mud underfoot, as the crunchy, crystallized snow makes its swift descent into the ground in April, clearing space for spring’s awakening

For the warm sun on your face, the heat and the gentle embrace that wakes up your winter-softened body, brings new blood to your legs, a desire to move your feet.

For the feeling of dancing, the lift in a fiddle’s reel or a joyful drum beat that makes you want to twirl and swing and shake your bottom to let it move through you.

For the feeling of a hug from someone you missed, who holds you longer, and longer, even as you try to pull away, the happiness running through your veins and bringing you closer. 

For the serenity of a moment to yourself, with a cup of tea, watching the water, seeing the day rise up to meet you, spreading its expansive wings in a beautiful embrace 

For the intimacy of laughter with your closest friends, when a glance is all you need, when your minds are aligned, in sync, even after months, years apart

For, in times when you are down, the blessing of a hug, or a word of compassion that gives you what you were seeking, makes you feel seen, and heard, and known.

Copyright Libby Stoker-Lavelle

libbystokerlavelle.com

Poetry Night 2020 Postponed

Our annual poetry night, scheduled for Friday April 17has been cancelled/postponed until further notice due to social distancing/social isolation measures in place due to COVID-19. Local poets in Flin Flon are welcome to submit poetry to be shared on this website in celebration of National Poetry Month. Please email submissions to flinflonwriters@gmail.com by Monday April 20 to have your work included. 

Workshops in The Pas this spring

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Lorri Neilsen Glenn

Award-winning essayist and poet Lorri Neilsen Glenn will be in The Pas in May and June as writer in residence for The Pas Regional Library.

During her time there, she will be leading a number of workshops and programs for writers that may be of interest to Flin Flon and area writers (and will likely be worth the drive). Check out the PDF brochure below for details and sign-up information.

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Celebrate National Poetry Month in Flin Flon!

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April is National Poetry Month in Canada, and there is plenty happening right here in Flin Flon, starting with our annual Poetry Reading this Friday, April 8 at 7pm the Flin Flon Public Library. We hope to see you there!

Brenda Schmidt is also launching the Ore Samples reader series this month, with the inaugural event on Thursday, April 28. On the Ore Samples blog, Brenda shares an interview with Garry Morse, the featured visiting writer for the April 28 event.

Read the interview, or learn more at the Ore Samples blog here.

Local municipal councils are also responding to the Mayor’s City Challenge, led this year by Calgary Mayor Naheed Nenshi. Municipalities are encouraged to invite local poets to share their work at council meetings during the month of April.

What is National Poetry Month all about? Learn more at The League of Canadian Poets website. This year’s theme is “The Road.”

Header art and art below is created by The League of Canadian Poets and provided to organizations promoting National Poetry Month.

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New book published!

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words on the rocks

Words on the Rocks showcases the variety of talented writers in the communities of Flin Flon, Creighton and Denare Beach. With support from the Flin Flon Writers Guild, and under the leadership of guild member Alex McGilvery, this anthology has been published and is now available for purchase from the guild, and these locations:

Flin Flon Airport gift shop
Flin Flon Public Library (Main St, Flin Flon)
Northern Rainbow’s End (Main St, Flin Flon)
The NorVA Centre (Green St, Flin Flon)

For more information, or to purchase a copy of Words on the Rocks, please contact us.

Words & prompts for May

As usual, feel free to bring any writing to the June meeting, including any pieces you have created in response to these prompts

Write about the weather, but don’t use any weather words such as rain, sun, wind, etc. Don’t just hit the thesaurus to find alternatives. Make the reader feel the weather you are describing.

Introduce a character. Create the feel of the person without mentioning height, eye or hair colour or clothes.

Pick an emotion and show the emotion without using any emotion words, like anger, fear or sadness.

Words are teapot, herring and cumulus

This month’s words & prompts were submitted by Alex McGilvery