Happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
Usually, I post poems for kids on Poetry Friday, but this week I’m going a different route. I hadn’t read any of Margaret Atwood’s poetry before–I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t realize she wrote poetry. Then I got a review digital copy from NetGalley of her new collection, Dearly. Wow. These poems are by turns dark, angry, and beautiful. They are mostly stunning. Atwood uses so many concrete, hard-hitting words, and her imagery is so vivid…sometimes her poems are a punch in the gut, honestly. I read a few per day, just savoring her language. I’ll come back to this, and now I realize I need to go read her earlier collections, too.
to there? God only knows.
And the procession of wraiths’ photos
claiming to prove that I was me:
the faces greyish disks, the fisheyes
trapped in the noonhour flashflare
with the sullen jacklit stare
of a woman who’s just been arrested.
Sequenced, these pics are like a chart
of moon phases fading to blackout; or
like a mermaid doomed to appear onshore
every five years, and each time altered
–by Margaret Atwood, all rights reserved, from Dearly
And for lots of wonderful poetry (most of it much more lighthearted than this!), don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup with Linda Baie, bookstore volunteer, poetry lover, and snow survivor!