Saturday, 04 February 2012
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By Josie DiSciascio-Andrews against blue darkness tall pines etch ominous crystals in the cave of night their inverted roots burrowing deep shadows in vast emptiness north star, a pin firm in its place holds up the night like a circus tent above our town I stand on a velvet fold of karma all unuttered thoughts bouncing back to their own source of gravity such agile gymnasts elastic on their trampolines trapeze artists skimming tightropes elephants, tigers braving hoops of deathly flames parades of human talent beauties, frightening beasts flaunting their tamed, glittered ferocities each gift, each oddity of the whole gawdy world dangling from ropes in midair as an audience forever gasps to the expected drum roll we the acrobats with our telltale garb our own bejewelled limbs flailing leaping towards other hands blindly seeking grasping at solid objects in the ever growing possibility of falling without nets • Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews was born in Italy and came to Canada at the age of 13. She is a teacher by profession, but a poet, avid reader and appreciator of the arts by choice. Her poetry comes straight from the heart and paints vivid images of the special in the ordinary. Josie’s collection of poetry was published in a Chapbook entitled The Whispers of Stones. Her non-fiction book is entitled How the Italians Created Canada. |
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