Saturday, October 3, 2020

Three Poems, by Samuel Strathman


Midsummer in Alliston, Ontario

Smudges of cirrus,
buzz of mosquitos
cut across airwaves,
Kenny Rogers ballad,
silence. 

Freshly watered
flower baskets sob,
tapping wood plaintively,
oratorical. 

Birds tell no tales
from their perches,
a town enfolded
in a false sense tranquility. 

Aromas of mint,
tomato plants,
fountain of sweetgrass… 

and I’m still waiting
for the sun
to transfigure, diffuse
all the colours
of a kingfisher,
dip below the evergreens. 

Silence continues to thread
its way in,
interwoven like palmistry
throughout the ages.
Somnolence whistles tiredly
through a lattice
and people listen,
call it an early night. 


 

King City, Ontario

King City township –
contours of gold fields –
stalks stirring
in their places
like little soldiers
wriggling to attention.

 
 

Near Tottenham, Ontario 

sectioned cornfields
beware of subdivisions
leper colonies 

 

 

Samuel Strathman is a poet, author, educator, and the founder/editor-in-chief of Floodlight Editions. 

 

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