Saturday, 04 February 2012
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By George Arnold  Here in the hallway in a corner of the stairwell I found her. Mindlessly trooping down off to face the new and sunny day I abandoned my living space. second floor flat in this monument to overpopulation that apartment buildings are. She was large….as they come. Her body was long and slender. two elegant pairs of wings gossamer grey with twin charcoal bands stretched defiantly in a final stroke. Such poise in final defeat Such grace for one of nature’s beauties having succumbed to this which we call progress I paused… as if in midair. Stranded… between dismay and outrage How could this dragonfly this magnificent creature become yet another poster critter in the eternal, infernal battle of man versus nature? I imagined… her last moments visualized… the beating wings Nose against the closed window seeking again and again to escape the concrete, glass and tile much as I do myself aching to return to nature. But time continues life as we know it too and off to work I went furious at my part in it all deeply touched and moved by the profound and profane.  • George Arnold never dreamed of writing poetry as anything more than a passing fancy during his BC high school years. He stopped writing after school and finally picked up the muse again some 25 years later. Now, George is the Canadian Federation of Poets’ National Co-ordinator and the local Chair for the Oakville chapter of the CFP. In the 4 years since he returned to writing he has won two CFP Poet of the year awards and compiled over 300 poems. He is the proud step-father of two beautiful young ladies and adores his wife and soul mate Roz. He is the also the proud author of two books, Living Through Love and Meanderings. |
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