Saturday, June 06, 2009
















Original Poetry Sunday, Vol. 1, No. 4



Death comes in the morning
In silence louder than
the chatter of hungry nestlings
and brighter than
the optimistic dawn.

The family hovers,
exhausted and drawn
grey statues keeping vigil
throughout the longest night.
One by one she draws them near
to whisper soft I love you
and her breath upon their cheeks
cools their frightened tears.

She looks across the room,
sees her youngest there,
eyes wide, gawky elbows
pulled tight to heaving ribs,
fingers clenched like a white vise.
"Too young," she says with
her last voice. "Too young to be left,"
as if death would listen to reason.

Where is the tiny soldier now,
the woman tilting for a fight,
the scoffer at authority?
Where is the valiant one who marched -
always - headlong before them?
It is the final failure, she knows,
to die too soon, to leave them still
unfinished, raw, permeable.

But death comes in the morning
In silence louder than
the chatter of hungry nestlings
and brighter than
the optimistic dawn.

Sandra Leigh 2009


Be sure to visit the other bloggers taking part in Original Poetry Sunday. At last count, they were:

René Wing, Yes is Red
John Hayes, Robert Frost's Banjo
Rose Marie, Apogee Poet
Mairi, Secret Poems from the Times Literary Supplement
Kat, "Poetikat", Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes

And anybody else that would like to take part - please do, and if you link back to one of the other participants, we'll add you to the list.
Better Late Than Never

I'm finally home and able to post. Some time today, I answered as many as I could remember of the memetic questions. I forgot all about tv shows though. I'll think that through while I write.

Eight things I'm looking forward to:

1. Going to Vancouver tomorrow to visit my son
2. Attending Evensong with said son
3. Driving to Wyoming in July to visit my sister
4. Singing at an old folks' home with said sister
5. Watching the numbers on the scale come down and down
6. Buying a new, smaller, belt
7. Taking lots of summertime walks
8. Having written 50,000 words in November

Eight things I did yesterday:

1. Spent 40 minutes at the gym
2. Swam for 10 minutes
3. Spent time reading Chocolat
4. Worked 8.5 hours
5. Tried to catch up on happenings in the Land of Blog
6. Fiddled with this Sunday's Original Poem
7. Drank several cups of iced coffee, my latest passion
8. Watered the hanging baskets

Eight things I wish I could do:

1. Plot
2. Stave off the ravages of old age
3. Hug my daughter, who lives far away now
4. Make amends to the people I've hurt
5. Stop worrying
6. Make life easier for my children
7. Handle money wisely
8. Dance

Eight TV shows I watch (faithfully):

1. House
2. The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
3. Countdown with Keith Olbermann
4. The Rachel Maddow Show
5. Bones
6. Criminal Minds
7. Medium
8.Judging Amy

(That was easy.)

Eight of My Favourite Foods:

1. Pasta, any kind
2. Rice, any kind
3. Bread, especially heavy stuff with lots of grains, and most especially sourdough rye
4. Cheese, any kind except that nasty brown Norwegian stuff that looks like Kraft caramels and tastes as if it died - oh, and except processed supposedly cheese-like substance. And now, having read Kat's comment on my comment on her meme post - I can say Especially Gorgonzola. Kat won't fight me for that, 'cause it's blue(ish).
5. Cheesecake, the kind with real cheese in it, especially if it's topped with sour cream, and really especially the stuff they serve at Pagliacci's in Victoria.
6. Eggs - poached, coddled, boiled (hard or soft), scrambled, Benedict, Florentine - any way but fried, really.
7. Chocolate, the darker the better
8. Spinach. Yeah. Cooked (see #6, for example) or raw (the latter in a salad with sliced red onion and slivered almonds and raspberry vinaigrette. A few sliced, fresh strawberries don't hurt, either)

I ran out of numbers. Where can I put the cashews? I know. I'll dip them in the chocolate. ;>)

Eight Places I'd Like to Travel:

1. Greece
2. India
3. Japan
4. The Southern United States
5. Scotland
6. Wales (beyond Cardiff, where I've been)
7. Czech Republic - specifically Prague
8. Italy (Tuscany, eh?)

I had to think more than I expected about that last one. I've been very lucky in that I've been able to travel to - and in - Canada, the U.S., Mexico, Colombia, England, France, Spain, Portugal (and Wales as far as Cardiff, which is just over the bridge from England). I sometimes think I've done more traveling than anybody has a right to - but there are still places that fascinate me, and that I would love to see.

Okay. That's my meme done. The passing of the torch will have to wait until Monday, as I have to get my act together for my trip across the pond tomorrow. Thanks to Poetikat for kindly tagging me. I learn from these assignments, and I have fun doing them.

Friday, June 05, 2009





Friday Shoot-Out - Prodigal Summer


Boldly stealing Barbara Kingsolver's title, because nothing else adequately describes this week here in Nanaimo, I invite you to walk with me down the Nanaimo Parkway Walkway from Nanaimo Lakes Road to McKeown Road, a distance of 4 kilometers (2.5 miles). Normally, this is a 40 to 45 minute walk. On Wednesday, I took my camera along, and the walk took 65 minutes.


I had my trusty Nordic walking sticks strapped to my wrists, a bottle of water in a holster strapped to my waist, and my camera in a pouch on yet another strap around my waist. In truth, it's a wonder I could move - but I did, sort of, taking ten steps, stopping to unravel myself and take a picture, girding my wrists and setting out again, rinse, repeat, for over an hour.


Everything that could possibly bloom was blooming. There were daisies - I had been wanting to take daisy photos, because my older sister, whom I'll be visiting in a few weeks, loves daisies. I want to get three really good shots - daisies and two other flowers - and make a framed set for her. Once I started taking pictures, though, I realized that I had been walking right past some lovely blooms - like these wild columbine.*


*Disclaimer: If I misname any of these flowers, please forgive me. I'm a walker, not a botanist. I once knew a man who called all flowers Roses and was quite unapologetic about it, so I don't feel too bad.


The funny thing about this walk is - well, there are two funny things about it. First of all, when the Parkway - which is a bypass - was put in, a great deal of effort went into leveling it. The Parkway is a beautifully banked, nearly hill-free stretch of freeway that stretches the length of Nanaimo, interrupted only by five traffic lights (but we won't talk about them. I don't even want to think about them). But anyway, a great deal of effort went into leveling the Parkway. At the same time, someone conceived of the brilliant idea of putting in a walking/cycling path right alongside the Parkway - but nobody thought about leveling that land. I remember when the Parkway was being built. We used to go walking and cycling on the highway itself - it was dirt and gravel at that point. It was great. Then they let cars onto the road (the nerve!) and we were relegated to the Walkway, which is about as level as your average roller coaster. There are parts of the walk that I simply refuse to use, because I'd be found in a state of collapse, halfway up one of the hills. This particular stretch isn't too bad - most of the really hilly stuff is right at the beginning, when I still have some breath left.


The second funny thing is that you are walking with woods or fields on your left, but on your right, cars and trucks are whizzing by at 90 kilometers an hour, making a lot of noise. They can't get to you, though, because there's a barrier stopping them. That's a good thing.


About halfway through the walk, there is a field, and in the field are three alpacas. The day before I took these pictures, the alpacas were in the field, quite close to the fence. They gave me their usual "Who the hell are you?" looks. This time, though, they were all huddled under a tree at the far end of the field, and I couldn't get a good picture of any of them. I tried to convince them to come closer, but they weren't having any of that. It was nearly noon, and it was hot outside. I really wanted to photograph them because they were freshly shorn. Freshly shorn alpacas have to be the silliest-looking things in the world.


Thwarted in my attempt to get photos of the alpacas, I went back to flower spotting. I was nearly too late to catch the wild roses, which seem to be blooming frantically. I fully expect that the next time I go for a walk, they'll all be gone.










Also here for the short term are the lupins, which grow all along the Parkway. They are so lovely - and like the ubiquitous hawthorn, they always catch me by surprise.


I was interested to see the thimbleberry blossoms, because that means there will be pathside snacks before long. There are both thimbleberries and Himalayan blackberries along my route.









But I think my favourites are the California poppies, whose brilliant colour pops up wherever there's a sunny slope.


When you've been walking for about 35 minutes, (or 50, if you're stopping every thirty seconds to take a picture) the landscape changes dramatically. The sunny, open countryside gives way to a little bit of rain forest - very welcome on a hot day.




And there, my favourite graffiti artist has been at work. I know that 'graffiti' is a bad word to a lot of people, but I try to take each instance on its own merits, and whoever is painting hearts all over Nanaimo has my full approval. I think of it as somebody's personal I Heart Nanaimo campaign. I look forward to finding hearts along my walk - and I get the impression that the artist was very grateful to get in out of the sun, because there are well over a dozen hearts in the five-minute stretch of forest.



And speaking of graffiti, we're coming to the end of our walk now. Just before we get to McKeown Road, we go through an underpass. The railroad tracks are on our left, and on our right is the concrete underpass, which sports a brand-new display of rather impressive graffiti.





Again, I know graffiti aren't everybody's idea of art, but these are rather cool, don't you think?






Well, here we are at McKeown Road. I hope you enjoyed your walk. As part of my BetterU campaign, (see Tuesday posts) I'm walking this path - or another of Nanaimo's many scenic walks - four times a week. I am a very lucky woman.

For more Friday Shoot-Out posts, please go here.