Daring

Posted on April 15, 2015 by Joanna M. Weston

I don’t like heights. And I’m not alone in this. Was Icarus scared silly before he jumped? Did he truly believe he would fly with his wax-glued feathers? I would never have done it …

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DARING                            094.2.15.15.blog..

. . . the edge
of the cliff

wind catches
. . . .my shirt
. . hauls on fabric
pulls      down

. .grasses grip
. . . quick look
waves break retreat
rocks black
. . small from here

129..3.10.15.blog..a gust tugs
. . . my body

height distance
pull sight
. . . . to a whirl
. a nauseous
. . . . fear

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first published in Silent Things

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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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