Auld Lang Syne
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Whew, for the first time since 1972 The Bruins have won the Stanley Cup. This has been an amazing season! I recently wrote a hockey poem dedicated to my poet-friend Lenora. I share it here. Nuf said.
Poetry as hockey, hockey as poetry
The dance we do, to the moan
of the crowds, is poetry,
the scrape of blade, the knocked out
tooth — it’s poetry.
Beads of ice shimmer overhead,
necklace of stones so cold
they seem prehistoric, some age
of ice and glacial mystery
is at play here. Poetry at times
seems iced too and ancient,
beads of words strung above
the page, waiting to come down
from another time, waiting
for the score to be called, the pages
to be printed. It’s all the same to me.