Canada, (b. 1960)
she is riding
- she is riding
- down through the suburban grey
- streets dreamed by developers and
- implemented for traffic floes
- comes riding the turquoise green Grandmother
- riding her mighty Sow
- onto the battlefield
- down along the highway of decay she rides
- between the crack houses and on to piggy palace
- where the spirits of the women are lifted
- out of the horror, out of the muck, like
- troubled teeth and bone fragments
- their spirits gather and rise, and rise
- all of our dead sisters lifted by those winged women
- well-versed in the protocols of the battlefields
- recognizing the existence of the battlefields, here
- as along the highway of tears
- shoulders back open arms open chested
- the turquoise green grandmother breathes
- along with each one of us still travelling
- our inner city streets
- our turns on the quiet highways
- our love affairs gone wrong
- our villages overrun
- shoulders back
- open arms
- open chested
- letting flow the sounds of the inside
- the sounds of our voices calling out songs of sorrow
- the sounds of our drums rising through time and through sky
- the sounds of our warm bodies travelling swift
- through the families
- and through the forests
- shoulders back
- open arms
- open chested
- we accompany our sisters and brothers to the threshold
- we hold them until they are fled, and then
- we hold them more
- we accompany our mothers and our fathers
- we accompany our children, our friends, and o
- the many strangers, the star gazers
- we hold our dying persons long dwell
- inside memory
- we lay each one to rest
- slowly
- shoulders back
- open arms
- open chested
- tears coursing from the inside
- across the outside and wetting
- our multihued skins
- the touch of a warm palm in passing
- through hair on a child’s head gently
- the touch of lover to beloved
- anywhere, at any time
- the touch of Grandmother’s warm palm
- on the cheek of her adult offspring
- or along the stiff hair on the Sow’s back
- she is riding
© Joanne Arnott. A Night for the Lady. Vancouver, B.C.: Ronsdale Press, (2013).
About the Poet:
Joanne Arnott (b. 1960) is a Canadian writer, poet and cultural worker. Arnott was born on the banks of the Assiniboine River in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Much of her published work focuses on her heritage in the Métis people of Canada, who trace their ancestry to a mix of First Nations and European peoples.
She is a founding member of the Aboriginal Writers Collective West Coast, and The Aunties Collective. She has served on The Writers Union of Canada National Council (2009), The Writers Trust of Canada Authors Committee, and as jury member for the Governor General’s Awards/Poetry (2011). [DES-06/14]