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Poetry

M.L. McConnell (3)
Roy McDonald (2)
Gina M. Beaton (2)
Rebecca Kniseer (3)
Rick Armstrong (2)
Vince Tinguely (2)
H.G. Prosser (5)
Jim Hoyle
Robert Bosch
Lisa Michelle Fiander (2)
Joe Blades (3)

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Roy McDonald

 

 

Ode: Imitations of Immortality
from recollections of Signal Hill

Harbinger of Spring - O ye Cliffs of Winter!
Remembrance of a salty season past, –
Thou brown-embossed Hills! In former time
Thy chalky mantle would’st daily cast
Pale shadows o’er harbour loch and Quays.

But now thy Hills transport a warming mist:
Creeping o’er thy massed and staine’d crags;
O April! With thy piercing showers sweet,
Who fashions glad thy heat wherein we hope
That Spring’s eternal Hope is summer’s heat.

In times before I saw your shoulders broad,
not as now, with philosophic mind,
But then it seemed, in youthful symmetry,
A simple side of gorge which Narrows cleave
Between your slope and barren Southside Hills.

Oft-times past I stood astride your height
To watch with eager boyish awe your close-
Guarded Narrows, where ships slide silent by –
Cavallo, Cicero, a Sealer from the ice –
And wondered, what the Hand and what the Eye

Doth guide thee through these shallow wat’ry straights?
What Pilot shepherds thy hull’s Immensity
To aid in navigation to thy berth?
Harbinger of Spring – O Ye Cliffs of Winter –
Remembrance of salty season past.

 

Gentlemen, Start Your Engines...

Author: Of Man’s first attempt to explain the
Ways of God to Milton;
And by coincidence to begin an Epic
With a simple prepositional phrase – which,
Tho’ simple, is also yet lengthy; a phrase perhaps (in length)
The longest of its kind in all our Literature,
(Including indeed, Old English and later
Rime Royale), replete with subordinate clauses
And many arcane Classical References,
Wittily discuss’d and cogently argued:
Sing, O Muse!
Muse: An Epic, methinks, is in the Offing!
But need’st thou, poet, several more iambics
In this Pentathlon truly to secure a place
In the Muse’s Affections, as bearer of the
“Longest prepositional phrase” olive crown,
And re-assign Mr. Milton to “Preposition Lost”.
Milton:... Which would result in loss of reputation,
Till one Greater Man, Milton, Restore us
And regain the blissful seat, while I pursue
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rime.
Author:... And with a celestial host of accusative nouns
In “object” awe of the preposition “of”,
Now Sing, Muse!
Muse: Lo! Thou hast now justly surpassed,
To this muse’s tally, the longest
Prepositional phrase in our tongue or any other!
Therefore, proceed.
Milton (interrupting): Of Man’s first rematch, and the fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree...

 

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