Carol A Stephen
A member of the Arts Carleton Place Artist Database
Carol A. Stephen lives in Carleton Place, Ontario. Has read at Sasquatch, Tree Reading Series and at Bywords Warms the Night. Member, Arts Carleton Place, Canadian Authors Association, and League of Canadian Poets. Poetry published on Bywords.ca, in Bywords Quarterly Print Journal, The Voice and Verse Afire, The Ontario Poetry Society's triannual newsletter, as well as in Byline, the CAA-NCR newsletter. Articles in the Humm and The Carleton Place Canadian. Awards for Poetry:
Honourable Mentions:
"Invisible", published in Arborealis, a 2008 Ontario Poets Society anthology and in the online magazine Women On Top.
"Tea Leaves", in the 2008 National Capital Writing Contest.
Website: www.quillfyre.com
animus revertendi
love in vacuo
diminishes you
leaves memory
to rusted kisses
on tongue
shriving drought
the taste of bitter almonds
the warmth of killing frost
singes white-hot
a cattle brand
a burning of flesh
"animus revertendi" appeared online in Bywords.ca Sept. 2008, and in the Bywords Quarterly print journal November, 2008.
love in vacuo
diminishes you
leaves memory
to rusted kisses
on tongue
shriving drought
the taste of bitter almonds
the warmth of killing frost
singes white-hot
a cattle brand
a burning of flesh
"animus revertendi" appeared online in Bywords.ca Sept. 2008, and in the Bywords Quarterly print journal November, 2008.
Invisible
Is this how invisible feels?
Walk down the street
faces turn away
blank eyes
in blank faces
make me so small i could fit through
the eye of a needle.
Invisible is painful
needle-pricks in skin.
Sometimes eyes do register:
oldladyoldladyoldladyold
Not my fault,
my eyes say in return, then
cast down to count
cracks in the sidewalk
looking like wrinkles in old skin
oldladyoldladyoldladyold
Sounds of metal on metal
grind in my ears, careless collision
mind on other things
fearful that age does this
am i smaller today
than i was yesterday?
oldladyoldbodyoldmindoldlady
Am i more invisible today?
Each day smaller and
smaller until one day
i just disappear
only a crooked smile
like that cheshire cat
more and more absent-minded
until there is no mind at all?
oldladyoldladyoldinvisibleladyoldlady
This poem won an Honourable Mention and publication in Arborealis, an Ontario Poetry Society anthology, 2008
Is this how invisible feels?
Walk down the street
faces turn away
blank eyes
in blank faces
make me so small i could fit through
the eye of a needle.
Invisible is painful
needle-pricks in skin.
Sometimes eyes do register:
oldladyoldladyoldladyold
Not my fault,
my eyes say in return, then
cast down to count
cracks in the sidewalk
looking like wrinkles in old skin
oldladyoldladyoldladyold
Sounds of metal on metal
grind in my ears, careless collision
mind on other things
fearful that age does this
am i smaller today
than i was yesterday?
oldladyoldbodyoldmindoldlady
Am i more invisible today?
Each day smaller and
smaller until one day
i just disappear
only a crooked smile
like that cheshire cat
more and more absent-minded
until there is no mind at all?
oldladyoldladyoldinvisibleladyoldlady
This poem won an Honourable Mention and publication in Arborealis, an Ontario Poetry Society anthology, 2008
