A Poem from (for) Sage Hill

View from my room at Sage Hill Writing Experience

View from my room at Sage Hill Writing Experience

This morning, the magpie
took me out of my dream.

Squawking and stalking the grass
under the hydro
stand where the owl
sat, hooting, hotly seeking
a mate. I was not

anywhere in the west
at that moment, my
mind watching the smoulder
of a stump turning to ash
on the edge

of Lake Huron, in a village
that burned to ground.

This is what it is, this deep
immersion, the call

and answer of words, making
such captivating clamour, seeking

the string that holds
them together
to create a creature
with wings.

– Lauren Carter

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5 Responses to A Poem from (for) Sage Hill

  1. Sue Charters May 23, 2014 at 6:54 am #

    Lauren, we three small poets in Orillia applauded this poem last night. I took it to our discussion, which these days is even more visit and eat than poetry. Thanks for this. Lovely.

    • Lauren
      Lauren May 23, 2014 at 10:42 am #

      Thanks, Sue. Miss you! Look forward to hopefully seeing you for tea this summer 🙂

  2. Ariel Gordon May 15, 2014 at 2:27 pm #

    Oh! Very nice! (“hotly seeking” and that entire third stanza…)

    • Lauren
      Lauren May 15, 2014 at 2:30 pm #

      Thanks 🙂 This place is amazing for working…

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