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after the ice storm

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Our drive in the crystal world after the ice storm reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago.

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It is a rebellious poem (for me), written when I was entering the workforce and unwilling to be viewed from any traditional point of view. Part of the poem uses the metaphor of ‘breaking the glass ceiling’ (Marilyn Davidson and Cary Cooper. Shattering the Glass Ceiling: The Woman Manager. Paul Chapman, Pub., 1992). The poem is about an experience in 1979 of walking in a forest after an ice storm, on one of my earliest dates with my husband. Apparently I didn’t want him to think of me in any traditional role!

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Breaking the Glass Ceiling

 

we still see birch

bent in the forest

broken yet grown

fifteen years

since the ice storm

years translucent

as the curtain of fir

you held back for me

 

I ran ahead

wanted to walk with you

but hoped you knew

how alone I could be

above me branches

burdened

with ice

 

your hand on my arm

 

go softly ! (you said)

a touch

will shatter

twigs and tree-tops

chiselled from ice

 

breathe

and hear a million cymbals

tied to our wrists with ribbon

 

I wanted to listen with you

but hoped you knew

I would never be

coins in a wishing well

a ballerina bolted to a box of jewels

goblets clinking for a kiss

 

I will not let you

shelter me

 

I know only

shards of glass

from the ceiling

 

(some days I am fragile

only needing warmth

to keep from breaking)

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Copyright 2016 Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

March 31, 2016 at 7:20 am

crows too

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Grim Women

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the crows burden the trees

gather their iron grits

criticize one another

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they slip through gaps

in the matrix

and are gone

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their wings are bruises

on the afternoon

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their wind is deliberate

and desperate

hardened to the goal

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in black

grim women

watch one-another

hide the key

beneath the doormat

and glide

towards the town

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Published as ‘Grim Women’, Women & Environments International Magazine (WEIM) No 86/87 Spring/Summer, 2011, p 8

Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

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Written by jane tims

October 31, 2014 at 7:57 am

writing weekend

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This weekend, I will be attending WordSpringWordSpring is the annual spring meeting and workshop of the New Brunswick Writers’ Federation.  I will be reading some of the poetry from my ‘harvesting colour’ manuscript and I will get another eye on part of my novel at a Blue Pencil Café.

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Preparations for the weekend made me think of a poem I wrote after the workshop in Saint Andrews a few years ago …

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October 9, 2011 ‘Moon through the trees’ Jane Tims

encounters

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on a windy night

in Saint Andrews, a toad

hop-toddies across the road,

bewildered

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and on Prince of Wales, a deer

pauses on the sidewalk, stares

up the hill, and I hesitate

before driving on

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in the Algonquin, a light

switches on, in the room I know is mine

and a couple huddles on the open porch,

and leaves, mottled, skid

along the street

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Copyright  2014  Jane  Tims

dressing in black

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on this wintry day …

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Rebecca

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in black

advances

down the middle

of the street

oblivious to traffic

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dark mists

and Avalon

the perfect rupture of sky

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from her fingers

black threads

spin skirt

and widow’s weeds

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black painted nails

blackened sockets of eye

her lips black also

from a feast of berries

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Copyright  2000  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

January 31, 2014 at 11:04 am

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excusing the difference

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On this cold and wintry day …

along the Atlantic coast

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When my son went to school, we often went to theatrical presentations at the school.  The young people were so talented and the presentations so well executed, I often went away with the lines of a poem running through my head.

One evening performance was particularly memorable and inspiring.  It was a production of Romeo and Juliet, and in this ‘version’ Rosaline was given an on-stage role.  Rosaline is the character who does not appear in Shakespeare’s play but has a background role as Romeo’s first love.

The young lady who played the part of Rosaline was memorable for her costuming and her on-stage presence.  She was dressed entirely in black Goth except for her hair – bright pink.  I remember her soliloquy – she begged us to look past her difference and see the person within.

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pink roses

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heroine

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her hair

a stroke of pink

on the brown audience

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more compelling

than the script

or the decorated stage

not surprising to see her name

on the program

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Rose

in the part of Rosaline

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in black but for the hair

even her lips

implore the audience

to pardon the difference

to understand

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if only he had lived

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she, of course, the heroic one

not Romeo

or Juliet

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not the dead

but the left-behind

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last rose

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

January 29, 2014 at 9:17 am

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