Poetry by Rod Stone – 1/18

Bone China  

And now dear distant one
you are laid forever in that place
where winter comes with frosty fingers
to make bone china of your face.

You so loved these things
but let them all go at the last:
the china, the children and the house.
Time pried them from her grasp.

All we can know of you now
are old photographs in a hutch.
You look down with roses in your cheeks;
the china doesn’t matter much.

Winter Light Show

Billowing brightness –
Aurora Borealis
jousting with starlight.

Undulate motion
made of luminous jostle.
Fluorescing light sticks

in cosmic battle
making stratospheres buckle
begetting wonder.

The Mind Of Winter

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow”           from “The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens

Do you need the mind of winter to see frost
and the boughs of pine-trees crusted with snow?

Maybe. But with so many words for it like:
qanik – snow falling; aputi – snow on the ground;
pukak – crystalline snow on the ground;
aniu – snow used to make water;
maujaq – the snow in which one sinks;
illusaq – snow rigid and maneuverable enough
for erecting an igloo; qanittaq – freshly fallen snow
and sitilluqaaq – a drift of hard snow formed after a storm
not to mention the 93 words in Inuktitut for ice,
I’d say you need the mind of an Eskimo.

Rod Stone’s artistic statement: I want to thank the members of the Brooklin Poetry rod_stonePICSociety for helping me improve my craft. Reading widely in the poetic canon has also helped me develop a sense of taste in poetry. Some of my favourites are the French Symbolists, W.B. Yeats and great modern poets like Philip Larkin and Elizabeth Bishop. Reading and writing poetry has been one of the joys of my life because as Mallarmé said “beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry”. You can visit me at www.rodspoetryblog.wordpress.com.