Caroline Misner

Trilliums in May

A milk bottle film coats the sky,
the humpbacked hills bristle evergreen,
tricorns white as arctic snow unfurl
their brazen petticoats, stiff and starched.

They signal the end of dark long days,
of kisses and missiles of sleet
that pierced the curled bud’s slumber
in slow degrees.

I am told they are beautiful, but I see
no beauty in them; even the fattened
bees cannot manage to sip
their bitter nectars.

There are so many of them speckling
the weathered path that cuts
a crooked curve through
the chilled black loam.

At dusk they fold their bloodless mouths
over little pea green hearts;
though anaemic and sickly 
they can withstand the brittle frost.

The sky turns to rancid cream, darkens;
bats who believe they are stars
mark the air with their curses.
The wind flexes its muscle

one last time before it dies;
its grave is a mattress
of downy moss, dank and shallow
where the cold things crawl.


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)