Monday, 8 August 2011
Worm Picking: poem by Chris Faiers
The sky is magic tonight
the worms come out to celebrate
when the stars are bright
Bright and clear as if perched
in the skies above Greece
Many languages mix in the clear
air of this golf course
between our quick fingers the worms dance
The native Canadians do not know
the nearness of the stars tonight
as they sit in the muted glow of their TVs
Long after this special night
they will sit on a cloudy evening by their cottages
and drown the worms
note: This is the poem Hans Jongman requested in his previous posting about PurdyFest #5.
thanks for asking, Hans!
The poem originally appeared in Foot Through the Ceiliing: poems and haiku
1986, Aya Press (now Mercury Press), Toronto
I received the inaugural Milton Acorn People's Poetry Award (now the Acorn/Plantos Award) for this collection in 1987 at Grossman's Tavern in Toronto, where Milton Acorn received the original People's Poet Award from his fellow poets in the early 1970s.