Gerry Wolfram is a prairie poet with strong connections to both urban and rural landscapes. Her poetry has appeared in CV2 and in the society. She has recently been exploring the potential of poetry as it relates to music and visual arts.
Storm a constant backdrop,
as anger of the young ones
occupies the sky exposing
Who can blame them, bravely pitching
tents against the reign of greed?
One young figure finds a way
to stay afloat against the sucking tide.
“Pull out all you have,” she says,
“bind it together to make
yourself a buoyant raft.
Retrieve the peach silk of your wedding
dress and peg it to your own yard arm
to catch the wind
Think only on protecting what remains,
what can be salvaged.
The thing with feathers – hope –
is folded in upon itself,
its body slack and slimed
with oily waste.
But gather up its fractured form,
wipe clean each wing,
align each feather
Although the beaded
oil is eddying around you,
shining like false pearls,
tie back your hair, put on
a muscle shirt and gather up
– the pelican
your dwelling place,
into the storm
and gather up
your broken hopes.”
*The pelican is an ancient symbol of sacrifice, of caring or caritas. As the story goes, the pelican tears flesh from its own breast to feed its hungry young.
*Emily Dickinson wrote: “Hope” is the thing with feathers.”
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