The 2012 Aldeburgh Poetry Festival runs for the 2nd-4th November,  and this week  Ink Sweat & Tears will be featuring poems on the theme ‘Poetry as a Lifeline’ which is the subject of the IS&T-supported Discussions and Short Takes this year.    Find out more about the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival here

 

Reading James Schuyler

 

Silver day, how shall I polish you?

or rather ‘Silver day/ how shall I polish you?’,

the line break clicks in but if you start

 

thinking about it, the poetry

bursts like a soap bubble. You can buy

a machine to blow bubbles now;

 

the kids all walk straight past it,

bored. But the whole world

was reflected in that bubble, the whole

 

wobbling, fragile world. Polish.

My dad was a polisher. Saturdays

were Cardinal days. He’d get a blob

 

of pink wax out of the tin and rub it in.

Even at the end, the ingrained skill

was there. You’d have thought

 

they were just sharing the chores

but she’d given him that to do because

he was one of those ducks

 

that follows you for life.

Now she’s older than he ever knew

and someone else is paid to do the cleaning.

 

I’ve got no duster

but I’m going to buff this silver day

till I can see my face in it.

 

 

 

Carole Bromley teaches Creative Writing at York University and writes a poetry blog for the local What’s On guide  <http://www.yorkmix.com>  Her first full-length collection, A Guided Tour of the Ice House, was published by Smith/Doorstop in 2011.  ‘Reading James Schuyler’ appears in A Guided Tour of the Ice House.

 

 

 

Encounter with Baba Yaga

 

Having learned to ignore false names

and go between maps

I found a path under the forest

taking care

to arrive at the proper hour.

 

A choice of three doors.

Right. Left.

(It is never the one in the middle.)

 

Here!

The woman lets down a river of hair

then waits

a spectator.

My arms are brittle

but I cling on

hoik myself up

drop back,

a bad swimmer

hold my breath

draw near.

 

She is not like her picture.

 

We’re in the high cabin.

Heat blazes

though there is no fireplace.

l try not to see

those silver teeth

her bird’s feet

that bone doll on a hook

the unfilled spaces.

 

My task now

is to say what I came for

in one plain sentence.

 

Sibyl Ruth is a former winner of the Mslexia Poetry Competition. Encounter with Baba Yaga was inspired by a visit to Oldbury.