Identity as Norwegian Pagodapublished in Ottawa by above/ground press
It never was the right time to travel to Rome
to find yourself. Autumn fog and rainy wind
are symbols of crushed hopes—miasma
birthing counterfeiters who clutter the globe
with shields of Sistine junk. Praise the miasma.
Who wants to be gulled by the hand
that pulls back the curtain? Better to re-invent
metacarpals for houseflies, to hullabaloo
down the pike tearing blank after blank
to bits. Rome’s an imposter. Mimicry
ripples from the dying words of the last
spelunker on earth. Surf’s roar summons
beached puddles ad infinitum. Bred
in chiaroscuro, savvy pilgrims fashion
caves of ice adorned with sequined plums
and settle in for a long night.
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy
Camille Martin’s most recent poetry collections are Looms (2012) and Sonnets (2010), both from Shearsman Books. She lives in Toronto.
This is her second chapbook with above/ground press, after If Leaf, Then Arpeggio (2011).
To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; outside Canada, add $2) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9 or paypal at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com