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Poems excerpted form a new manuscript Life Lines
Bosom
And the hungry he hath
filled with good things.
My plump body
sweet with life.
(I am ripe.)
Sun is lemon.
And moon, too,
on her root blooms.
Breast of the world.
Nourishes night.
Hearts
Not a wound,
but the shade
of stained cross.
The shape of loss
and broken jars.
I am a felled tree:
a drawer for
valentines and keys.
Creation Hymn
We drink our milk
to the health
of the Virgin,
root of cow.
She is great
with moon,
the weight of skull:
bone and caul.
April Bulmer is a prolific poet whose most recent book is Holy Land
(www.serengetipress.ca) An excerpt from her m.s., Rouge won first prize in
the Niagara branch of the Canadian Authors Association last fall. April
lives in Cambridge, Ontario.
Email: April Bulmer
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