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Dragon Wings & Other Poetry by Bruce Meyer

March 23, 2020

 

As close as I could get to the water,

I took off my leather sandals to let

my toes dangle in the reeds.

 

I lay back with my head on a dream,

watched as a cloud became a dragon

and snort its flames across the sun

 

before becoming a fire-breathing dog,

and then a loaf of bread when

I wasn’t even hungry. But among catkins

 

and as a picture painted on the lake,

a dragonfly balanced on a bulrush

to spread its wings in a smile

 

because joy is a word that bears repeating,

especially in a bumblebee’s hum.

 

 

Telling the Bees about the SIDs Death of the Infant, Melissa

 

Her name meant “bee.”

Tiny one. One hived

on a winter morning

when all the bees were gone.

 

Had she lived longer

than a single season,

a bee might have touched

her hand for luck

 

or lit upon her lips

to offer the gift of wisdom.

What took away her breath?

Cradled in a dream,

 

she never woke

to what the world could be.

The ground was frozen.

Not a single bee remained

 

to sing to her with glass wings

of the brevity of life

or explain, in spite of nature,

why a bumblebee can fly.

 

 

Bruce Meyer is author or editor of 64 books of poetry, short fiction, flash fiction, and non-fiction. He has had three national bestsellers in Canada, and was 2019 winner of the Anton Chekhov Prize for Fiction (UK) and the Freefall Prize for Poetry. He has recently been a finalist in the Bath Short Story Prize, the National Poetry Competition (UK), the Tom Gallon Trust Fiction Prize, the Carter V. Cooper Prize, and the Thomas Morton Prize for Fiction. He lives in Barrie, Ontario, and teaches at Georgian College and Victoria College at the University of Toronto.

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