Caroline Misner








The Bridge

There is the bridge you sat on as a child,
with legs clad in glossy rubber boots
that skimmed the churning water,
tripping over its gauntlet of stones.

You waved a twig like an orchestra leader
conducting his band;  poor baton
dancing to the music of the creek,
dreaming of purer altitudes.

Like plumes on the moon, the bridge
is furred in a duvet of green-silver moss;
it bows beneath our weight, we’d fall in
if we tried to cross it now.

Weeds tangle like hair from bank to bank;
they weave a basketwork of bridges
so small only the insects can cross.
One breath flakes the leaves from the trees.

They bob like upturned boats on mud
thick with remorse and irony,
rusty treasures that take their time
straggling into the bullrush pickets.

Continue...

Greetings one and all and welcome to my brand new website!  Please bear with me  portraitI work on filling its pages with news and musings. Being technologically challenged, it may take a while to work out some of the glitches and I hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.  In the meantime, please feel free to browse through the archives and have a look at some of my work.  I've been writing poetry ever since I could remember and I've decided to include a section of Juvenilia in the archives.  Most of the poems listed there were written in my early teens and many of them are just plain awful!  But a few gems do stand out and I hope you enjoy them.  Also, if you would like to know more about me and the work I do, please feel free to click on "About".  There I have posted a brief biography of myself.  I'm not trying to be falsely modest, but I really loathe bragging about myself.  I feel an author's work should stand on its own merits and where an author was born or where she lives or what she eats for breakfast are completely irrelevant.

I would also be remiss if I didn't included a big Thank You! to my oldest son, Kevin, who with a friend designed this website for me and programmed it so that even I could manage it.  And another big Thank You! goes to my dear father Jan Kurz, who was in on it the whole time and provided the stunning photography behind the text of the daily poem.  And another big Thank You! goes out to all the editors, publishers and fellow writers who have supported me and my work over the years and gave me a chance when I needed it, including a Journey Prize nomination and two Pushcart Prize nominations!


"...And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt."
--Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)