By D.S. Martin Blessed is the fragile fortress of the forest floor where the flare of fox fur is enough to suggest conflagration where auburn needles fall from a dry fir like flakes of snow Dead branches break in a high wind, & brittle sticks await the careless flick from a cigarette The flame first birthed in a match awakens with heat where kindling's stored takes fleet leaps from birch to birch where each leaf crumples if scorched yet will still fall if left to pay the yellow cost of October's slow burn as cool first creates loss & cold soon fosters frost D.S. Martin is Poet-in-Residence at McMaster Divinity College, and Series Editor for the Poiema Poetry Series from Cascade Books. He has written five poetry collections including Angelicus (2021), Ampersand (2018) and Conspiracy of Light: Poems Inspired by the Legacy of C.S. Lewis (2013). He and his wife live in Brampton, Ontario; they have two adult sons.
D.S. Martin's other work on Foreshadow: Beginning & Beginning (Poetry, April 2023) Sweet Savour (Poetry, June 2023) Ruins Remind Us (Poetry, September 2023)
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31/10/2023 01:52:13 pm
Another home run, Don! The attention to natural detail is particularly impressive.
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31/10/2023 07:34:18 pm
How vividly (and thermally!) you appeal to the senses, inviting us to ponder meanings alongside as well as beyond the wheel of the seasons. Thank you!
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31/10/2023 08:33:27 pm
I love how this poem contains the largesse of life--both tragic and not. It holds in one hand a view of how vastly different lives are lived, yet for all the value of life comes as it is laid down.
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4/11/2023 03:55:12 am
Here and there, bits of Hopkins? This poem looks coolly at a very hot possibility, and sets what come of "right" and "wrong" behaviours tenderly, side by side. There's death, and then there's death by fire...
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