Featured Poet!
We are so pleased to present an early World Poetry Supporter who gave us positive support, the fuel to keep World Poetry going. Thank you and welcome Margaret!
Margaret Patricia Eaton, Moncton, NB Canada is a graduate of Mount Allison University, Sackville (B. A.; B. Ed.), the University of New Brunswick, Fredericton (M. Ed.) and for 32 years enjoyed a career in education as a teacher, school librarian and guidance counsellor. Retirement made it possible for her to follow her “dream career” — writing, both as a free-lance journalist and a poet.*
She’s the co-author, with the late Robert Cunningham, of Fundy: Jewel of the North Atlantic Coastline (2010), reviews books for Atlantic Books Today (Halifax, NS), writes a column, “Art Talk” for the Moncton Times & Transcript, and human interest features for Moncton This Week where she’ll be featuring poet Richard Doiron of Moncton, who will receive the World Poetry Lifetime Achievement Award on May 25th.
Her first poetry collection was Seeking Grace (2006) written as an homage to her mother, Victoria (2006), followed by Painted Poems (2008) and Vision & Voice (2011), these latter two in collaboration with visual artist Angelica De Benedetti, Sackville, NB, Canada. In 2008 she won four Honorable Mentions in the Ontario Poetry Society’s Open Heart competition and in 2009 was First Place winner in the Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick Literary Competition for “Celtic Trilogy.”
Margaret was invited to read “Slaughter of Innocents / Slaughter of Innocence”, her poem for two voices at the Voice of Women for Peace event on the campus of UNB (2009). Her poems were also featured on the Poets against War website (2006, 2007, 2008) and displayed at the World Poetry Gala in Vancouver (2006, 2009). Now she’s thrilled to be invited to display her work on the World Poetry Website and invites you to visit her on her own website at www.eaglewingspress.ca
Margaret says: “Thank you Ariadne for all that you do for poets and poetry.” To hear her e-poem on the World Poetry Cafe Radio Show,CLICK HERE!
Pencils
A mellow autumn afternoon,
perfect for walking the Old Coach Road.
Kaleidoscope promises beckon, and yet
I want to look back, see how far I’ve come…
…Sunday school lessons haunt, Lot’s wife looked back…
I continue, but remember
sultry summer nights, spring’s green promise,
the pall of winter – that winter when I thought
I could pull back the blanket of snow,
awaken the newly dead.
I recall crisp Monday mornings,
a 3-hole punched notebook, blue lines, red margin,
five long yellow HB pencils…
…you can’t go home again…
Now my fingers close around one left
in the pocket of my worn suede jacket.
It’s short and stubby, eraser end worn flat,
point still sharp.
dry leaves crunch,
noisy enough for two or three walkers,
but there’s only one shadow
going forward on the Old Coach Road.
Margaret Patricia Eaton ©
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