The Way He Went

We’ve a couple of friends who have walked El Camino, the pilgrimage from S. Jean Pied de Port in France to Santiago de Compostela in Northern Spain, my husband did this a couple of years ago, and another friend is hoping/planning to go …


walked out the door                     
and took to the road

past limped signposts
u-turned highways

careless of endings
only wanting to find

the next excitement
alberge    pasta   vino

he met coal heavers
beggars  barkers  butchers

lords and red-haired Scots
with a song and a prayer

weaving lanes and byways
past markets and mountains

bowing to plumbers
drivers and thieves

with un-ending gossip
shared from tongue to tongue


9781771333054_FC‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 2016.

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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2 Responses to The Way He Went

  1. francinesw says:

    we all know, even have been someone like that, someday

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