OHF Abroad – 2021.2

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The Space Between the StarsRichard LeDue – Norway House, Manitoba

Soldier PoetRon Gillis – North Sydney, Nova Scotia

open window Meg Baird – Calgary, Alberta

Lullaby 1973Conroy Dockal – Roswell, Georgia, USA


The Space Between Stars

Poem by Richard LeDue

Dead stars whisper the same old lies,
and in a supermarket
someone left a box
of ice cream outside the cooler
(no one paid enough to notice).

Maybe a dietary choice
or the loudest complaint
they could muster in a world
where “cost of living”
has nothing to do
with waking up.

Dreams melting among morning
sunshine. Fluorescent lights
not much better,
while listening to a co-worker
talk about de-weeding their lawn
again, as we pretend
the space between stars
isn’t that cold.

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Soldier Poet

Poem by Ron Gillis

The soldier, now a poet, his rifle a pen.
Pours his thoughts on paper, shared by fellow man.
Thoughts of D Day Landings, comrades side by side.
Settling The Issue, Supreme Sacrifice.

This soldier, now a poet, his rifle a pen,
words he composes help ease wartime pain,
pain inflicted, three years on the line
witnessing The Carnage, forever on his mind.

The soldier, now a poet, his rifle a pen,
returned to a country thankful to be home again.
Never forgetting the taste of battlefield fear,
laid down his pen, and shed a soldier’s tear.

Author’s note: This poem is in memory of Don Garnier from North Sydney, NS, who served overseas during the Second World War with the Cape Breton Highlanders and who returned a Soldier’s Poet.

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Poem by Meg Baird

cool breeze tingle my skin
the house is warm
I let you in
the cars go by like fish in the night
whooshing towards home
this way and that way
every moment of every day
all purpose leads to home

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Lullaby 1973

Lyrics by Conroy Dockal

Ancestors repeat
Descendants stand beat
Lies and bellies get sleep
Cut deep, harvest reap

(chorus)
Future is no cherry
They’re busting on my feet
right off that tree
Lead berry, grim berry
Sack it up and carry

At house of worth
Perfume is blood
Their scent a curse
Brut bottle, bout and flood

Irish Spring no binary
Manful yes they dig it too
Soaking in it, a fairy
Don’t soften blows on you

Future is no cherry
They’re busting on my feet
right off that tree
Lead berry, grim berry
Sack it up and carry

No one says a prayer for me
Came out unripe from a sea
[yeah, right off that tree]
On chariot everlasting
Zestfully not passing

Juicy juicy drupe, why
There’s no sleep
Chose love or life
Skin bittersweet

Future is no cherry
They’re cussing on my feet
right off that tree
Lead berry, grim berry
Sack it up and carry

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By trc

Freelance writer, freelance editor, web consultant, and film studies scholar.

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