No-Comfort Zone Week ending Aug. 19

This past week, I suppose the biggest breakthrough for me was as a featured reader at Tree Reading Series.  I think it was the wonderful commentary

open mic host: Rod Pederson

open mic host: Rod Pederson (Photo credit: pesbo)

by Rod Pederson as he introduced me that made me so relaxed, because at one point I leaned my arm casually against the lectern as if I had been there all my life. (Well, not ALL my life…)

I launched my second chapbook as well, which was another push forward with my poetry, so I was most pleased about that too.

I don’t mean to go on and on about this event, but it really is quite a nice honour to be selected as a Hot Ottawa Voice. And congrats on that to my fellow hotties, once again, David Blaikie, Shai Ben Shalom, and Guy Simser.

Here is a link to my reading that night.  http://www.treereadingseries.ca/videos/featured-readers/carol-stephen-14-aug-12

You can also access each of the other readers at the Tree Reading Series site, under Videos.

http://www.treereadingseries.ca/videos

Saint Patrick’s sister voices her opinion

For the Thursday Treat prompt at imaginary garden with real toads:

 

Saint Patrick’s sister voices her opinion

Statue of St. Patrick in Aughagower, County Mayo

Statue of St. Patrick in Aughagower, County Mayo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What can one say about a brother?

Everyone knows
they are not saints.
Patrick was no different,
although time and its passing
have made him so.

The truth of it?
There were no snakes
on the island.
How would they have come?

Patrick would not
have driven them out,
he would have sat down
to tea and crumpets, a peat fire,
perhaps a wee whiskey
and blarneyed the snakes
into swimming to France.
Yes, so he would!

A poet, a charmer,
but no saint.
He was Irish, after all.
And that’s the truth of it.

Carol A. Stephen

I enter the Museum of London expecting the usual mummies

So the prompt for Open Link night over at dVerse suggests city poems, the unexpected.http://dversepoets.com/2012/08/14/openlinknight-week-57/

And I am thinking about my visit to London. I’d travelled a lot by then, seen a lot of cities,

British Museum

British Museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

but this was the one where my father was a child, where his ancestors had settled upon emigrating from Belgium (and before that the Netherlands). I had visited the British

Museum, overwhelmed by the antiquities stacked up like so many boxes of inventoried goods. I’d never even heard of the Museum of London. But as soon as I entered, something was different. Well, here’s the poem, written years and years later, and the memories of that visit still so vivid.

Roman mosaic found in London, Museum of London

Roman mosaic found in London, Museum of London (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

That’s how strongly I was struck by this place.

I enter the Museum of London
expecting the usual mummies

Greek gods cast in marble,
friezes that capture a moment
centuries ago. But here is a
clear glass pillar, its core is
geology’s construct revealing
layer on layer; sediment
marks eras, detritus trapped
in soil, grave markers for past
lives of the city.

Chill bathes my arms in wonder
so strong I catch my breath.
Here are roots of family and
history: this place, this city where
ancestors walked. Connection.
My shoulders soften into the
sense of yes, of coming home.

Twenty-five years have passed
yet I still see the diorama
of a Roman villa, plates on table,
banners of kings and princes,
red glow, crackle of the Great
Fire of 1666, the frightening
sound of air-raid sirens:
World War II in a bunker
under the streets.

This is not a place of dusty
bones and broken bits of
bygone days. Here the old
city lives within new, here

above the graves of ancients
are papers scripted in flowing
hand, great-great grandfather
David’s petition of naturalisation
to George Grey, baronet
whose family name graces
packages of tea.

David died here:
I hear his voice,
I can almost touch his face.

Carol A. Stephen

August issue of The Light Ekphrastic is up!

 

Along with Annie Howe’s marvelous papercuts, my two poems are up at The Light Ekphrastic in the latest issue. Thanks to Jenny O’Grady for selecting our work. You can check both out here.

http://thelightekphrastic.com/issues/augustr-2012-issue-11/howe-stephen-august-2012/

I am amazed at the intricate work Annie has produced here, and found it an excellent challenge to respond to her work, Bikes. I came up with the poem, A Circle of Bikes.  In return, Annie created a wonderful cat portrait, complete with the mittens from my poem, In the Next Dream, She is Still Running.

There are other writers, painters, photographers also sharing: Gregory Wm. Gunn and Seth Sawyers, and Nathan Filbert and Carrie Ann Rennolds.

Submission call is now up for the November 2012 issue, if you’re interested in trying ekphrasis.

Carol