April hails to spring with its bursting light. No wonder it is also the month dedicated to poetry. Like sap running after a dormant time, poetry finds its way into the landscape teeming with new life. The first flowering plant to appear after a long winter is Skunk Cabbage; a plant with an inner heat regulator, having the ability to melt snow around it. Like Skunk Cabbage, poetry dissolves the tough outer shells of our own protective layers, creating space for imaginal realms. Luxuriant leaves reminiscent of the tropics offer material that takes us to heady places. Yellow flowers illuminate the deep shade of winter memories. Poems become lanterns in the dark.
Feverish for spring
Will you be there forever blossoming?
Birth the way like moose in early spring
with their mournful calls and dull eyes,
push you out all wet skinned and dewy eyed
ready to clamber towards what will surely feed you.
Can I count on you, the first to arrive forceful like a fist?
Grasping, squeezing every last charged particle
when you burst out of fecund mud
not unlike water lily,
better yet a lotus, you arrive ferocious in your golden gown
tucked inside a hooded leaf,
arrive foul stinking, grow like a B grade horror film.
Make no mistake!
I search you out fanatical with hibernation,
single minded in my intention.
A bear, all shaggy haired and skinny ribbed
plugged from the winter,
cleansing the way, for I too am fallible,
give up hope, forlorn in the endless grey
stumble about with no end in sight.
Locked jaw and monkey brain
striped of all decency,
your torch guiding the way
This poem is published in the Chapbook ‘Skunk Cabbage: poems of renewal’ which our writers group created in the spring of 2016. There are a limited number of copies still available.