A Tangled Life

Posted on July 29, 2011 by Joanna M. Weston


August 5, 2011

Some of us have crazy relatives! Try this
one for size.

A TANGLED LIFE

my grandmother’s mother
drank puddle water
flavoured with anise
gathered stories on Mondays
laundered them in blue ink
used witch-hazel to cure books
and cuspidors of mildew

she built stairways of poetry
quarrelled with bookcases
trapped tigers in fish-net
and hung them in the kitchen
to be kissed by camels
at the solstice

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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5 Responses to A Tangled Life

  1. bill cook says:
    August 6, 2011 at 6:06 pm

    Hi Joanna,

    Very nice! Congrats.

    If you have time, please check out http://www.beginingpoetry.wordpress.com or revbillcook.wordpress.com (I haven’t kept up with the 2nd, but hope to get back to it).

    Enjoy France,
    Bill

    Reply
  2. Pearl says:
    August 9, 2011 at 1:25 pm

    crazy is all relative. (ahem.) pardon me.

    welcome to blogging, Joanna.

    Reply
  3. Robert says:
    August 12, 2011 at 12:48 pm

    Its me again

    Reply

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