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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

 

loneliness

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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