The third in my series chronicling Ottawa’s 2015 Ice Storm. Check back tomorrow for the next installment.
Captured Caught … Held
Captured caught and held — still within your embrace Frozen seconds bound together — my tears run cold Sky chained from white to grey — yearning I cannot bend Prisms imprison the daylight — my eyes search the twinkles Nature’s ballet cast in glass — I lay prostrate on your belly Unbroken fragility wrapped crystal…
All Things Home ~ All Things Ottawa
We are so much defined by place that we define the place we live by naming it … home. And if “home” is only where you’re born, then I guess I offer this observation as person who has been homeless more years than at home. The irony is that in having lived so many places,…
Poutine with Maple-Cranberry Sauce * Fillet Mignon * St-Albert Cheese Curds
Poutine: greasy truck-stop food ending in heartburn or a gastronomic adventure that ends in foodgasm? Ever since I scarfed back the most amazing plate of poutine 13 months ago, I’ve been committed to recreating that dish prepared by the servers of Le St-Estèphe. There seemed no better time than now, especially with the advent of…
My Nemesis
My Nemesis waits – looming – imperious…. Frozen breath – fires – my spirit Soars into pulsing thighs – triceps – shoulders Propel my start – sliding – spurs my speed Warm wax tucks in – head to chest – fists to ribs I ride the tracks – trust the line – and fly Over…
Split-Rail Fence 2 ~ Winter
Doe, a Deer, I Saw Myself …
Frozen Meringue
Frozen meringue sharp Crust upon a cloud of cream Soft flakes shining hard. © Dale Schierbeck 2014 Read more poetry here