The Doldrums

I suspect that we all have days, or weeks, when we’re down … times when the world seems a dull and dreary place. Then something comes to lift them, end the darkness … I’ve no idea why the blues hit. At this time of year, maybe it’s because we’re heading into the busy season of meetings, school. Whatever the reason, the blues happen … and they end …



rock face 8. 020..12.5.11
I’ve been hauling
that old Grand Canyon
a load of rock and scree


behind me all week                                   DSC_5226
like a black-out fog
that wraps me round

can’t escape
can’t lift it

until a white butterfly
lands on my finger

and I’m out – dancing
in the sunshine


Butterfly photo by Amanda Craig


summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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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4 Responses to The Doldrums

  1. i usually get that feeling when i haven’t been writing – when i’ve allowed other things to get in the way of creating. lovely poem.

  2. promoman says:

    ​Joan I haven’t forgotten you just been busy with work will get to your poem or poems soon.

    On Wed, Sep 4, 2013 at 5:05 AM, 1960willowtree

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