Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Tuesday poem #359 : Jónína Kirton : his and hers


to be invited and then uninvited
to his grandson’s birthday
how long must one pay
for youthful transgressions
for not measuring up
to expectations
forged in late night chats
with girlfriends
before texting
before email
before he knew better


no one wants to know her body aches
that her shoes are not a fashion statement
that words, without a home, linger on her tongue
that between dreams a dampening has taken place
and there is a garden path between them
his love now expressed in the form of a cheque


between them there is enough regret to go around
there are the blameless    grandchildren    victims
of a crime no one committed
but all witnessed

Jónína Kirtona Red River Métis/Icelandic poet, author, facilitator and manuscript consultant currently lives in the unceded territory of the Musqueam, Swxwú7mesh, and Tsleil-Waututh. A graduate of the SFU Writer’s Studio in 2007, her first collection of poetry, page as bone ~ ink as blood, was released in April 2015 with Talonbooks. It has been described as “restorative, intimate poetry, drawing down ancestral ideas into the current moment’s breath.” A late blooming poet she was sixty-one when she received the 2016 Vancouver’s Mayor’s Arts Award for an Emerging Artist in the Literary Arts category. Her second collection of poetry, An Honest Woman, was a finalist in the 2018 Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize. 

The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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