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Ursa Minor: Poetry inspired by real Northern news

“Remembering Bryan Pearson, Iqaluits first mayor and local businessman.” CBC. Oct 12, 2016.

Why She Left

in june, the ptarmigan

are tambourines


make the sad sounds

of love, a love which means



by frosted august – true enough


in greyest october, you sit

alone and think


of a woman

with dark eyes who came


roaring into town with a storm

of black hair like the last


day in december, a mane

she cut off in september, three


days after she left

in your old ford, a five


hundred dollar get away car driven

by a jalopy lover loving driving


into the sun with the snow closing in like a fist, red

taillights gypsy fires in the dark, now


the river has frozen

the foxes white, the high


tide of night has come in, the ship’s

captains are moored in the bars, the bed


is ruffled with the stillness of a bird

freshly shot, outside the wires


whine in the cold, someone’s car

won’t start, you go out to grocery shop, once


home, the apples are rotten, the bag says

product of washington, washington


is four thousand, one hundred

fifty kilometres away, your room


has caught its death of chill, the fire

in the fire box has gone out, you think


this is why she left, turn to the window, pull

the curtains back, gaze


at the falling snow, at the moon which makes

the falling snow turn to shadows, the shadows


make a leopard of your bare face, in the yard

a hare has left


his boot prints in the canvas of the world, you

know why it is you stay

Author’s note: What really struck me about this article is the way some people come North and stay. Pearson, for example, came up in his twenties and never left. Conversely, some people come for just a summer and leave with the coming of winter, when there is usually a huge exodus. What interested me here was that juxtaposition.

Photo credit: istockphoto/ShinOkamoto

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