UNEXPECTED POEM

Sometimes, the poetry Muse leaves you alone for months at a time.  You try very hard to call this experience “the fallow time”.  But you’re secretly sure she will never return… , Like that rider in the subway below Boston, ‘her fate… still unlearned…’

Other times, the Muse takes you by the scruff of the neck.  This September, and even tiptoeing back into August, nights have tended to be poetry-ridden.

If you’re very lucky, you have poet friends who will generously suggest simple but essential changes.  One of my great life gifts is Betty Lies.  Her delicate ‘removal of the on-ramp’ significantly strengthened this new one.

 

EXTINGUEE

 

hard to imagine

this dark circle

once spewed light

interrupted sleep

suffused worship

let alone ignited dreams

 

interrupted conversations

–flames audible as some distant bell

tugging its train of memories and hopes

 

figures danced here

nourishments were transformed

smoke itself spicing the empty air

 

21st-century fingers

sift through silken ashes

wondering

 

CAROLYN FOOTE EDELMANN

October 2016

 

 

PRINCETON MAGAZINE: POETRY and FLOWER MIRACLES

I wish I could block and copy the article for you, so you could see Andrew Wilkinson’s stunning floral images  However, my two poems from my own files are at the end.  May these bring you the seasonal joys for which we have all been pining!

http://www.princetonmagazine.com/category/features/featured-articles/  You may ‘paste this into your browser; scroll down to flowers and poetry.

Those of you who live in and near Princeton have seen the new issue of Princeton Magazine, hefty and glossy and impressive, one of Bob Hillier’s projects, along with Studio Hillier and that rich, ever expanding, ever teaching newspaper of our town — Town Topics.

It was a joy to open the issue with Ilene Dube’s magnificent Michael Graves story, and find that Linda Arntzenius, fellow poet, had seen to it that two of my poems appear in a glorious spread with flowers by Princeton-area florists.  Long ago, I knew Bob Hillier’s mother, who seemed to own all the flower shops we frequented in my earlier Princeton life.  This is a tribute to that impressive women.  It honors Poetry Month.  And I know four of the five poets — tremendous honor to be in their company, in those impressive poets.

The impeccable, imaginative floral art is by Andrew Wilkinson, one of our major D&R Greenway supporters on many fronts – and a spectacular fine art photographer.

The poets with whom I am privileged to share these luminous pages are Sharon Olson, Betty Lies, Vida Chu and Carolyn.

 

This took place at Island Beach in June:

IT ALL STARTED

 

when we came upon

carpets of stars

cranberries in flower

trembling white below

the ice blue sky

 

along the hard-packed dikes

slumbrous bees

formed golden pyramids

on gleaming amber boxes

 

dawn’s pollinators

here to burst all bonds

course among broad acres

of waving stamens

 

at day’s end we stood on tiptoe

plucking first blued berries

from among the mauve and pink

at the tips of overarching bushes

 

tucked among hollies and sheep laurel

through thickets and tunnels

we made our way to the sea

mouths awash in warm berries

 

DEFIANCE

 

I would be unruly

as these sprouting bulbs

 

surge and burgeon

though so slightly rooted

among the celadon stones

 

open swirls of hope

spurt voluminous white

spill gilded light

 

emitting spring as fragrance

even as winter

tightens his gelid grasp

 

CAROLYN FOOTE EDELMANN