Crown Island by Catherine Graham

by Steven McCabe

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I am surrounded by Crown Island,

a weave of rock and sand; the waves

lap against me, sizzling white strings.

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On my head sits the appointed crown,

stapled and fastened, now part of my mind.

My earrings of polished tin

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take in the sun, moon, rain.

Each mirrored wave of a wave under water.

Someone must see to the world below.

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I ask the sky. I flash at the Northern Lights,

twisting their capes like kaleidoscopes.

Black clouds cloud the black.

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I shovel up the sea to check beneath the blue.

I’m looking for white wounds.

The cold is quick. Quick, enter me.

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after “Ice Maiden” by Dorothy Molloy


from Her Red Hair Rises with the Wings of Insects, Wolsak & Wynn

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Author of five poetry collections, Catherine Graham teaches creative writing at the University of Toronto School of Continuing Studies.

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