Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Tuesday poem #363 : Catherine Graham : Moths

In the light hours they burrow.
Walls accept, cracks and

inner crevices welcome.
Something borrowed from another blue, 

wind-remnants, a miniature world
tucked in wings, known by rote

from all in flight before them.
Crepe-powder, talc, pollen.

When they succumb to open
they make the house fly.

Catherine Graham is a Toronto-based writer. Among her six poetry collections The Celery Forest was named a CBC Best Book of the Year and appears on their Ultimate Canadian Poetry List. Michael Longley praised it as “a work of great fortitude and invention, full of jewel-like moments and dark gnomic utterance.” Her Red Hair Rises with the Wings of Insects was a finalist for the Raymond Souster Award and CAA Award for Poetry and her debut novel Quarry won an Independent Publisher Book Awards gold medal for fiction, “The Very Best!” Book Awards for Best Fiction and was a finalist for the Fred Kerner Book Award and the Sarton Women’s Book Award for Contemporary Fiction. She received an Excellence in Teaching Award at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies and was also winner of the Toronto International Festival of Authors Poetry NOW. Her work is anthologized internationally and she has appeared on CBC Radio One’s The Next Chapter with Shelagh Rogers. Visit her at www.catherinegraham.com. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @catgrahampoet

The Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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