Isobel Cunningham — Montreal Pantoum I

Poem author: Isobel Cunningham Poem title: Montreal Pantoum I Poem: My island city bathed in the river’s wet embrace Her bridges strands of a silver web span shore to shore A dormered house, a balcony, a curved staircase Come, stroll along marshy banks where rapids roar Her bridges strands of a silver web span shore to shore Sweltering summer then brilliant leaves of autumn fall to bless Come stroll along marshy banks where rapids roar Hear the hum of commerce, traffic and excess Sweltering summer then brilliant leaves of autumn fall to bless The empty churches, spires that decorate the town Hear the hum of commerce, traffic and excess Short triumph of the blizzard and the plow’s soft growl The empty churches, spires that decorate the town Sidewalk cafes sacred to l’apero, le flirt Short triumph of the blizzard and the plow’s soft growl Sweet spring of lilac, gangsters and le cirque Sidewalk cafes sacred to l’apero , le flirt A dormered house, a balcony, a curved staircase Sweet spring of lilac, gangsters and le cirque My island city bathed in the river’s wet embrace. End of Poem. Credits: Copyright © Isobel Cunningham Originally appeared in Northern Compass (2015). Isobel Cunningham was born in Wales where she learned to love the music of words. She writes poetry and short fiction and is working on her first novel. She lives in Montreal where she is a docent at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. Her work has appeared in Rat's Ass Review, Passager, Dime Show Review, The Lake, The Blue Niv, Agnes and True and Montreal Writes.