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World Poetry Proudly Presents Margaret Eaton from Canada!

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!


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 ©



Betty Scott, World Poetry Featured Poet from the USA!

Featured Poet.


Betty Scott has a B.A. from U.C.L.A., a teaching certificate from Central Washington University and a Master’s in Creative Writing from Western Washington University. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, in the United States.

While raising children and teaching, she also served as a community activist on behalf of families who live with chronic mental health conditions. She consulted with school districts about mental health and community support for children. She also presented workshops at numerous state-wide and local conferences. In 2006 and 2009 she was nominated for the Hero Award by the Washington Community Mental Health Council. She received several awards for Exemplary Service from the North Sound Mental Health Administration for Advocacy, Service Integration and Cross-System Collaboration. In 2004-05 she was awarded WA State School Counselors’ Advocate of the Year Award. Currently she co-facilitates a bi-monthly support group for people who have lost loved ones to suicide. 

Scott’s poems have been published in several West Coast publications including “Flirting at the Neighbourhood Bakery,” a winner at the 2010 Surrey International Writers’ Conference.   

She teaches Oral and Written Communication at Bellingham Technical College in Bellingham, WA, and community education courses: For the Love of Poetry and Poetry: A Living Matter through Whatcom Community College in Bellingham.

Her book A Courtroom and a Waterfall: Odes to the Spirit is currently being considered for publication. This May, she was a featured poet at our World Poetry International Festival.

Ariadne’s note: We greatly appreciate Betty Scott’s support of World Poetry and are honoured to have her as an a member of World Poetry.


Spirit’s Timing

One day a fellow writer
from far away and long ago
called unexpectedly. 

She told stories and said:
God is in the timing…
God is in the timing…

Three times she disclosed:
God is in the timing….
How odd, I thought,

she speaks of time
as God’s home
or homeless shelter

A fellow writer from long ago
and far away with stories
of God and time, calling me,

yes, I took note.
Later that same day, a young
friend and I reconnected too,

he so haunted
by voices and drugs
to drown them out,

and me so depleted
by visions of bitter lives,
social justice unrealized.

Yes, our pasts reverberate
with enough sorrow
to break our hearts.

Yet, blessings unfold
as days expose
the ordinary: juxtaposed,

and in the throes and synapse
of time, I’ve come to know,
friends show up, safe as clay.

Gladly, I say
time calls us
together today.

Betty Scott ©


 Article Presented at the  First World Poetry International Festival

Poems begin with a catalyst. My call to poetry arrived as I sat in a municipal court room. That day, six jurors were selected, and I was not one of them. Nor was I a poet then. Yet everything about that morning said: Pay Attention; Full Attention; Surrender to What is Happening Here.

By chance, my juror number was my birth day and month; by chance, the stranger beside me was attractive and friendly. As we waited for jury selection to begin, we whispered like children swapping secret family stories. A move to the segregated South when he was seven invoked in him his moral outrage. In college, he marched against the Vietnam War in Washington D.C., as our military stood on rooftops with guns aimed at the marchers. A professor of religious studies now, he turned back to his Bible. I, at that time unfamiliar with the Bible, opened up a newspaper. Suddenly I was reading of a dear friend’s death. I plunged into grief in an irreverently silent court room.

Does poetry matter? Most likely when we ask: What use are we. The court case involved a homeless man who had disturbed the library’s silence and threatened the head librarian. I would not have reached a verdict. For years, as an educator and an advocate for people with disorderly brains, I challenged our cultural and legal discriminations against mental health, safe environments, arts-based educations and health care for us all.

That court day, I was dismissed from my civic duty and walked the lonely streets to my locked car. In grief, it was time to reckon with What use am I.

So began two tumultuous years. I lost my job, not just any job, but what I considered my life’s work. I lost friendships associated with that work. For solace, I put myself into the hands of words, the stroke of their fingers: rhythm, sound, image, meaning, and spirit.  I wrote “A Courtroom and a Waterfall: Odes to the Spirit.” The book calls us toward justice, creative expression, grief and healing. Through the writing, I discovered syllables are the electro-chemical molecules of the spirit. They call us to witness and to heal.

For those two years, I received several mysterious calls. One morning the phone rang and I heard: “This is your cousin, Betsy. Did you know we had a cousin named Michael? He died yesterday. Age 49. How come our parents never told us about him?”

Mystery is the optimist’s word for confusion. As a poet, I write from within the snowstorm of my external and internal worlds. I listen. Words shower down like snowflakes. I shovel. A poem comes together and falls apart. I shovel on. My battered ego eventually, painfully, leaves behind my What use am I and asks the poem what it wants to be. Before bedtime, I read over the day’s attempts. When I’m tired, they don’t make sense. I leave the poems alone until morning. At first waking, I listen and shovel until in spirit’s time, each poem shapes itself syllabically, as it wills.  

What use are we? I love being of use to poetry.  

Does poetry matter? When north winds chill, when snowflakes fall, when external and internal worlds tremor, when love and grief cover our feet and climb to our knees, then poems summon us to clear a path lit by the sun, moon and stars.

Betty Scott ©



World Poetry at WOTS in Vancouver, BC, Canada, September 25th.

Some World Poets at WOTS!


Our brave World Poets Canada are standing in front of the transit bus where we read  poetry. Featured poets: Yilin Wang,Theo Campbell, Caroline Nazareno and Dr. Warren Stevenson. Hosts: Ariadne Sawyer and Alejandro Mujica-Olea.

Peter has his new yellow World Poetry t-shirt on, purchased at the World Poetry Store on this site.

Earlier, the Poetry Tent blew over with gusts of wind and we had the exciting opportunity to read inside a large bus with the background music of drumming! The youth poets and others were exceptional. We took an imaginary bus ride through Chile, Canada, China and the Phillipines.  Questions were answered about several subjects and the audience was very supportive. One of the poets, World Poetry Youth Ambassador, Theo Campbell has a link of his work on YouTube page:: http://www.youtube.com/user/SaintRasselas
Word on the Street was a wonderful event and the volunteers were amazing. Thanks also to the transit bus operator fo opening andclosing the doors.
World Poetry wishes to thank WOTS for letting us read for an hour and fifteen minutes, and for presenting an exceptional event.