Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Tuesday poem #136 : Jenny Haysom : Scrapyard

A blue afternoon
and the gulls
patrol. No fish-heads
or dumpster grub
here, yet they angle
and circle, stirring
the firmament,
ready as angels
to salvage. Beneath,
forklifts and cranes
travail, and a giant claw
stacks wrecks
in polychrome
layers. Like mattresses
in a futurist
fairytale, piled high
for the shallow
sleep of automatons,
a strata in which one
white feather
––shrewdly inserted––
might awaken something
or someone.

Jenny Haysom lives with her family in Old Ottawa South. In 2011, her poem "Minnowing" won the Diana Brebner award, and in 2013 her work was long-listed for both the CBC and Gwendolyn MacEwen poetry prizes. Her writing has been published in a variety of periodicals, and she is currently the prose editor for Arc Poetry Magazine.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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