Welcome to the ninth edition of Fresh Voices, a project from and for the League’s associate members. The League’s associate members are talented poets who are writing and publishing poetry on their way to becoming established professional poets in the Canadian literary community. We are excited to be taking this opportunity to showcase the work of our associate members in this series!
by Melanie Flores
The yellow rose you plucked
pierced your finger. Its thorny kiss
drew a crimson bead. Still,
you marveled in its heady aroma,
the butter yellow of satin petals.
Days of innocence, when thorny
threats held no consequence,
eroded by time. Would you
have chosen differently, had you
understood that life was finite?
Would you have argued? Cursed
the fates? Cheated? Lied? Died?
Would you have done the same
all over again, because that’s
who you were? Neither good
nor bad, just a soul – free to do
as only you would do.
Toronto-born Melanie Flores divides her time between working as a freelance copy editor/proofreader and writing poetry and short stories. Melanie has been a contest winner in several national poetry competitions and her poems and short stories have appeared in anthologies of new Canadian poetry and short fiction.
after the storm
the wind chimes in pieces
migrating swans runes temporary as a song
Originally from Vancouver, BC, kjmunro moved to the Yukon Territory in 1991. She is active in the local organization Yukon Writers’ Collective Ink, & in 2014 founded ‘solstice haiku’, a monthly haiku discussion group that she continues to facilitate. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada. She also currently writes a weekly blog post called ‘Haiku Windows’ for The Haiku Foundation.
Remember the Treeless
by David C. Brydges
On a Kamøyvaer Norway hillside
where rocks with horizontal desires
have bred for millions of years,
without any vertical competition.
Above the arctic circle tree line
you never see a circle, except
when seagulls are circling above.
In the harbour fishing boats unload caught cod.
The Barent Sea, her blue hair wet with salt
I stare at the no tree land and hallucinate,
into a landscape of images uprooted.
I’m a disordered mind out on a limbless limb.
Ghost trees are memory robots
hiding in the dark forest of what was.
They dance mechanically
in the bone hollows of yester times.
Someone has built a fire with
phantom twigs of remembrance.
Smokey residues fade over the rocky hill.
Finally after days of disorientation,
acceptance sees new branches of light.
As the midnight sun smiles wider,
on terra North’s kingdom of space.
David C. Brydges is a poet/pioneer and community builder. He is also creator of Canada’s most historic community poetry park, Dr. Pollard Poetry Park, founder of Northern Ontario’s largest annual poetry/arts festival, Spring Pulse Poetry Festival, founder of PoeARTry – Northern Ontario’s first painting/poetry competition, Chief Engineer for the PoeTrain adventure, and Chief Energizing Officer of Brydge Builder Press.
Curated by Lesley Strutt and Blaine Marchand, these poems represent just a small portion of the great work being produced by our members, and we are excited to have this opportunity to share their poetry with you. If you are interested in contributing to Fresh Voices, please send 3-5 poems to email@example.com. You may submit only once per month, but you may submit every month until your poetry is selected. This opportunity is open only to associate members of the League–if you are interested in joining the League, please visit our membership page!