I make my way to MacEwen's salient red door
to catch some remnants of her
a faint scent lifting into old familiar skin
her unbendable pronounced lightness absorbed by sky
deliquescent words lost to the sun
her cordless poetry smothered by wind
I float on
forgetting why I came and
become caught in Atwood's wide-brimmed hat
I nestle in
and burrow seeds
surrounded by other flight
By: Desi Di Nardo
This is a very beautiful poem. Desi Di Nardo seems to be in sort of a weird place when writing this poem. Lines like her cordless poetry smothered by wind seems to mean that may be MacEwens has either passed away or does not write poetry anymore. The way she uses nature to describe the demise of MacEwens spoken word really accentuates the sorrow for both her and the reader. However, by the end of the poem its almost like a reawakening when she Di Nardo writes, "I nestle in /and burrow seeds/surrounded by other flight. To me this line represents new beginnings that come from tragedy.
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