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in the shelter of the covered bridge – a narrow bridge

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On our drive last weekend, we visited three covered bridges.

Usually our visits last at least an hour. At each bridge, we:

  • get a good look at the abutments beneath the bridge
  • watch and listen for birds
  • identify the trees near the bridge and any wild plants in the vicinity
  • photograph the covered bridge and any interesting architectural elements
  • take notes about the state of the bridge, any new construction and the condition and covering of the roof
  • look for animal tracks, holes made by woodpeckers, birds nests, spider webs and feathers
  • record any notations in the bridge – carvings, chalk, felt marker, pencil, pen and paint
  • make a list of the sounds I hear and try to absorb the ‘feeling’ each bridge evokes.

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Florenceville Bridge, New Brunswick

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I knew ahead of time, the Florenceville Bridge across the St. John River would be a different experience. Walking the bridge would be unlikely – there is no pedestrian walkway, the traffic is quite heavy and the bridge is narrow.  I did cross the bridge in our truck, a harrowing adventure since the bridge traffic is two-way. Cars slow down when they meet, but the locals are seasoned to the width and scary-brave.

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a red truck and a white truck meet and pass on the narrow bridge

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Only one span of the Florenceville Bridge is covered (built in 1907) and this is very well maintained. The other four spans are steel trusses. The pigeons perching on the roof of the bridge are its most obvious wild life.

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keeping watch

(Florenceville Bridge)

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fifteen pigeons swim through air

fill gaps on the ridge line

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perch on the shingled roof

scrutinize the traffic

the squeeze of half-tons

on the bridge

the kiss of mirrors

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pigeons quit the ridge, glide

to the shingled shore

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river winds shiver

hawkweed and sumac, displace

blankets of wild cucumber, billow

the skirts and Tilley

hats of tourists

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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims 

Written by jane tims

September 11, 2015 at 7:58 am

in the shelter of the covered bridge – a ghazal

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Yesterday, we drove to see a few bridges in north-western New Brunswick. One of these was the North Becaguimec River #4 (Ellis Covered Bridge) in Carleton County.

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the North Becaguimec River #4 (Ellis Covered Bridge) in Carleton County (Sept 2015)

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The bridge was built in 1909 and is 18.3 meters long. It shows lots of recent maintenance, including a shingled roof and new timbers and boards in the roof area.

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The late summer season dominates the atmosphere of the bridges we are visiting. At this bridge, the choke cherries are black, the purple asters are the dominant flower and clematis has set its fuzzy balls of seed.

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the North Becaguimec River

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The North Becaguimec is a rocky brook, very shallow after a dry summer.

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Although there are usually lots of spider webs in a covered bridge, this was the first time I saw a spider. The spider was still and stubborn, not moving for me or my camera.

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As I have said before, in making my manuscript of poems about plants and animals living in the shelter of the covered bridge, I have been trying some different poetic forms. This is my first ghazal.

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Ghazals are meant to tell of the pain of loss and the triumph of love in spite of loss. A ghazal consists of 5-15 couplets. The second line of each couplet repeats a refrain established in the first couplet. The poem can follow any meter but the meter must stay consistent in every line of the poem.

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the spider waits

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North Becaguimec River #4 (Ellis Covered Bridge)

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in the covered bridge a spider weaves and sets its bait

between the beams, and confident, the spider waits

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cedar shingles, boards replaced and rafters new

but traffic sparse, and in the web the spider waits

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aster, shepherd’s purse and mullein crowd the road

no risk from the press of tires, and the spider waits

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after the flood, drifts of birch and maple high

on the river shore, the spider mends its web and waits

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a skater bug steps and skips on the river’s skin and fears

the water’s dry, and in its web the spider waits

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on aging crib work velvet moss and lichens grow

landscape formed on rotting wood, and the spider waits

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years since they wrote their names on the wall of the covered bridge

crickets sing, and in its web the spider waits

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September 9, 2015 at 12:52 pm

contemplation

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contemplation

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still

as though cast 

in bronze

mounted on rock

she watches

a strider

skate across

the surface

tension of water

ponders

his agility

the soundless stretch

of the meniscus

dimples on the water

thoughts

barely touch

the shallows

faded as the gentle

brush

of patina

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Written by jane tims

August 12, 2015 at 7:00 am

Wolf River apple

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Wolf River Apple

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branch broken

tree lacking proper

care and pruning

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bee burdened

pink with blossoming

pollination

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apple swells

the skin smooth, palest

lime and rosy

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picked unripe

to escape worms, deer

and apple fall

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Written by jane tims

August 10, 2015 at 8:30 pm

in the shelter of the covered bridge – a villanelle

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I have been working at my series of poems on the plants and animals living around covered bridges in New Brunswick. I decided to try a new form (for me) – the villanelle.

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The villanelle is a structured poem with 19 lines and a prescribed rhyming scheme – A1 b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2/ a b A1/ a b A2 / a b A1 A2 . A famous villanelle is by Dylan Thomas – ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’.

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The poem below is based on my observations at the Marven Bridge (Belleisle Creek #2) in Kings County, New Brunswick. I have taken liberties with the form, most obviously in using words beginning with the same letter in place of rhyming. I would appreciate any comments, including for improvement of the poem.

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Marven Bridge, Belleisle Creek #2, in New Brunswick

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wobble

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Belleisle Creek #2 (Marven Covered Bridge)

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bridge shudders as we walk

spaces between boards cast light on the floor

photos out of focus, faint tremble

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cribwork and rafters, new wood

old nails work loose, grey walls frail

bridge shakes as we walk

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in the rafters, the paper nest of a wasp

in the mud, ephemeral, the tracks of a fox

photos out of focus, faint tremble

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a blue jay calls thief across brown water

at the shoreline, sensitive fern

bridge shivers as we walk

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on the ledge, bones, bleached white

skeleton of a bear, backbone and fingers

photos out of focus, faint tremble

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orange graffiti, letters round and wide

initials carved on the beams are faded

bridge quivers as we walk

photos out of focus, faint tremble

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Copyright Jane Tims 2015

Written by jane tims

August 5, 2015 at 2:13 pm

in the shelter of the covered bridge – Baker Brook #2

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Of the 60 covered bridges in New Brunswick, most are in the southern part of the province. Last week we went to see the three remaining covered bridges in Madawaska County in the north-western part of the province.

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One of these was Baker Brook #2. It crosses the Baker Brook west of Edmunston and is no longer in service. The bridge has been protected in a small park with a parking area. Bird boxes, flags and hanging flower baskets show there is local stewardship of the bridge.

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Baker Brook #2 in Madawaska County, New Brunswick

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The Baker Brook #2 bridge was the essence of quiet. As we entered the bridge, the only sound was the patter of rain and the trickle of water under the bridge.

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I don’t get many photos of myself, but this is a good one – I am ready to take notes on the plants and animals I see in the Baker Brook # 2 covered bridge … these notes and my photos and memories become the basis for future poems

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The bridge is set against a backdrop of tranquil hills and fields. A deer watched us from a hayfield at the north end of the bridge. A white-throated sparrow called once and a crow made a few comments from the top of a round bale of hay. Otherwise, we were alone.

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I love the way the lichens have colonized the bridge and follow the boards, like rain, in lines down the outer walls.

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Some visitor had left a small collection next to the outer wall of the bridge. Three rocks and a broken bit of glass…

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Copyright Jane Tims 2015

Written by jane tims

July 29, 2015 at 7:20 am

grant from artsnb

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I am so pleased to announce – I have recieved a grant in the field of literary arts (B Category) from artsnb – the New Brunswick Arts Board. The Board has supported my work before, for my poetry manuscripts about ‘growing and gathering local foods’ and ‘harvesting colour’.

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This new project will be to write a manuscript of poems about plants and animals growing in, around and under covered bridges. ‘In the shelter of the covered bridge’ will  explore the natural history of these covered bridges, looking at how covered bridges modify the landscape and create a special environment for plants and animals. Because of my interest in human history, I’ll include poetry about the people who make use of the spaces of the covered bridge.

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woodpecker holes in an end of the Mill Settlement Covered Bridge – all sorts of possibilities for poetry

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Since experience is so important to the writing of poetry, one part of my project will be to continue my travels to the covered bridges in the province, especially the 31 covered bridges in the St. John River watershed. Every visit will suggest new subject matter for me to explore with words.

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Of all the elements of this project, I think I will most enjoy the chance to show how important these bridges are to our natural and cultural history in New Brunswick.

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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims

 

Written by jane tims

July 20, 2015 at 7:35 am

linden – linden wing #2

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linden wing #2

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thin green pale

I hoist my, turn my

tapered, paper sail

to wind-tasks, two

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first I nudge my mast

of flowers, rudder

to the breeze, my pollen-folk

hitch a ride with the bees

each captured grain a triumph

each launch a score

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later, I loose my mooring

detach, hoist spinnaker and main

samara of linden

and passenger seeds

sail away

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Copyright 2015  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

July 17, 2015 at 7:00 am

linden – linden wing #1

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the mature linden is heart-shaped like its leaf … this time of year it is filled with flowers, each cluster held on a stem in a long, leaf-like bract

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Tilia cordata

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green, veined tongue

apex and base

alien, unlike leaf, unlike tree

winged though planted

grounded yet ready to fly

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tiny tree on a bract landscape

wind walks through

shudders still shadow

percussion, tousles unlikely flower

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olive feather of linnet

tongue and an idea is spoken

cluster of notes

sprinkled on air

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bitterness flows from basswood

taste bud to taste bud

trail of robin song

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near the center of the photo, you can see the pale green bracts, each holding a stem of several small flowers

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Written by jane tims

July 15, 2015 at 7:56 am

walk on the shore

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ignition

Sea-rocket (Cakile edentula Hook.)

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clumps of Sea-rocket

are splashes of lime on sand

missiles from lavender flowers

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pepper to tongue

pungent breath of Cakile

cardamom and caraway

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flavour our laughter

giggles of gulls cross sober sand

intervention in sluggish lives

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launches from Cape Canaveral

moon-walking on the beach

splash-downs in Sargasso Seas

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most days are moth-eaten –

paper cuts, missives, e-mails to answer

problems, resolutions without teeth

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the seawind smooths its sand

begs for someone to take a stick

scratch out a love song

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Copyright 2015  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

June 17, 2015 at 7:35 am