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SEIGE
dictionaries eviscerated
thesauri gutted
writing manuals decimated
a fortress of words
crumble before the onslaught
of computer and pen
bytes thrown from cramped fists
blast against crenellated walls
that tumble, pitch and slip
into ordered heaps
of limerick, kyrielle
tangles of pantoum
commas climb the towers
sanity howls northerly
and poetry breaches walls
LEGENDS
I agreed to sleep under fir trees
with summer rain to drink
daisies threading between my toes
you said you’d sleep in the fish pond
with lilies in your eyes
tadpoles sliding through your fingers
we will grow small croaking frogs
and rafts of ducks to carry messages
to link our isolations
I feel your words under my knees
making honeyed bread and whispering
solstice legends through my body
Joanna M. Weston has had poetry, reviews, and short stories published in anthologies and journals
for twenty five years. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, was published by Clarity House Press; and poetry,
A Summer Father,was published by Frontenac House of Calgary.
Email: Joanna M. Weston
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