Love in the Time of Plague
Love in the Time of Plague
by Emily Isaacson
There is light in this vase of yellow-born,
like the sun streaming across the miles, bold
and high cliffs, isolated nature, old
red sandstone, rugged cliffs battered by storms,
wild grass hosting a long Skokholm haven:
seabirds, in heath and salt marsh, St. John’s wort
rises serene; three-lobed water crowfoot—
with whisper of dew on ancient heaven.
“A Townswoman’s Cloak”, Love in the Time of Plague
Canadian poet and one of the persecuted writers, to win over her audience Isaacson had to be as poignant as Edna St. Vincent Millay, as fearsome as Margaret Atwood, and as regal as the Queen. Her clear and unadulterated voice resounded through her craft with both practicality and romance. She cleared the conscience of a nation and won an audience of those who had lost interest in the dusty field of verse long ago. Rekindle poetry at its finest hour…Visit the book site [https://emilyisaacsoninstitute.com/littop]
Fraser Valley Poets Society 