Inspired by everything from Lake Erie to the Grand Canyon, Cleveland Heights’ poets laureate Meredith Holmes, Mary Weems and Loren Weiss share some of their poems included in the new anthology Awake at the End.
Saulte Sainte Marie by Meredith Holmes Saulte Saint Marie deserted by the small fur-bearing mammals powerless to prevent the retreat of the sound-swallowing coniferous forests waits like a quiet, large-limbed girl barefoot on the banks of the St. Mary’s river looking down at the wildflowers wilting in her big, red hand.
Erie Rocks and Rolls by Loren Weiss The lake, like an ocean, stretches out as far as the eye can see. Northwind howls. Waves smash against the break wall, pulverized water sprays toward angular gleaming glass. Inside the crystal pyramid, silence... Guitars line walls, hang patiently in tribute to their legends, await in vain their turn to be heard above the wind.
Nature Haiku by Mary Weems Truck Stop. Picnic Table. Trees stand like giants in drag. Flock of butterflies. Styrofoam. Dogs walk in woods sans owners. Won’t even take a pee on it. Grand Canyon is an open mouth. She whispers Get out don’t come back. River lay on her back an unwilling prostitute. Pollution, her pimp.