I was thinking recently of some of the most charming poetry of living poets today, and my lovely friend Frances McColl Stewart was the first person to come to mind. When I say charming, I suppose I also mean formal plus feminine. Her Vignettes (Middle Island Press, 2015) is “…a series of poetic vignettes—brief evocative memories, descriptions, words of wisdom (playful and nostalgic in turn) woven with delicate crafting—each inspired by a different loved one; each a gift from the perspective of poet as sister, daughter, friend, great-grandmother.”
From page 35, “Music of the Spheres”:
An intricate score, God’s symphony, with no two notes the same
And yet – they resonate and echo. A living rhyme, no word repeated.
One kernel, seed, will generate till all the world sees bread.
Crescendo or a miracle, it’s all the same to God completed.
The theme of nature sings rhythm and blues’ massive score. First
Man’s Population then plant generation lead, then play rhythm in turn.
And God says, “I’ll feed you, here’s manna, here’s bread, there’s no
Time for the leaven, I need you removed from this land that I spurn!”
Our Savior needed daily bread, as you and I for life.
Christ, so hungry in the flesh, was tempted to take up the stone.
The inorganic’s crashing note would ring eternal discord.
A molecule just here and there, voila — ‘tis bread — but bread alone.
My tiny treble’s in this mix. Like Merlin’s harp, I resonate
When I’m in tune and — Joy — the music soars!
And when I’m off, Christ adds a trill — a haunting minor fugue — or
Some unheard of note will float me back with wings for oars.
Do this in remembrance of how I share your bread and life
Your lilting joy will share My everlasting, univocal song.
That bread for life’s sweet contrapuntal — becomes the main score
Elijah’s bread, then Christ, His loaves — Wait… it was all along.
One can never have too much of this kind of poetry!
(Vignettes by Frances McColl Stewart is available at Amazon.)