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MISSUS
by Joan Spurrell-Hotson
Knight's Cove, Bonavista Bay, NL
Her strong hands,
Thrust into the death throes
Of her wash water,
Dispel dirt
And rumours of laziness.
The unsullied fruits of her labour
Snap to attention on the line
Pointing fingers of industry
At shiftless neighbours
Slouched on their doorsteps
In the summer heat.
She never bothers with
The likes of them.
Their men drink beer
And play cards,
Chaotic pleasures
No decent person
Would put up with.
She watches keenly
Their flagrant waste of time.
Chatting and laughing and waving
They don't see her turn and go inside
The empty laundry basket astride her hip
Bouncing wildly
With disgust.
Come
Where the Sea
Charges the granite
With insistent thrusts,
Flinging rainbows to the wind.
Or, flirting with the shore,
Daintily lifts its skirts
To show its frilly petticoats.
Where puffins and gulls
Wipe their feet on its tilting plane
Before their flight into heaven.
Come
Where the Rock,
Forged in Nature's primordial kilns,
Bears witness to the secrets of creation
In the folds and crevices of its ... click to read moreBy Joan Spurrell-Hotson
Come
Where the Sea
Charges the granite
With insistent thrusts,
Flinging rainbows to the wind.
Or, flirting with the shore,
Daintily lifts its skirts
To show its frilly petticoats.
Where puffins and gulls
Wipe their feet on its tilting plane
Before their flight into heaven.
Come
Where the Rock,
Forged in Nature's primordial kilns,
Bears witness to the secrets of creation
In the folds and crevices of its ancient face.
Where towering headlands,
Sculpted by the fury of Nature
From hard flint and yielding sediment,
Stand guard against the raging sea
To sustain the brave humanity on its jagged shores
And witness their bold statement of survival.
Come
Where the Sky,
Stained with blood
From the open vein of the dying sun,
Changes colour at Nature's whim
And spreads its wings into infinity.
Moving shadows
Of wind-fed speeding clouds
Rush headlong into eternity,
Pausing to comb the hair of sturdy pines
And caress the summit of time-worn, hulking hills.
