To a Poet Going North by Darren Moore

I’ve written many a poem about other ppl and those whom I admire, never have I had one written about me…..to Darren Moore, my poetic brother (in arms) …..thankyou
There he is, with his trademark cap
Underneath, those Irish eyes always
Like his words,
Weighing up the scene
Pondering the palette and
Choosing colours
Same as any artist.
And you can be Purdy sure
He’ll say the names too
Come out just audible enough
From the dojo of Stage Grumble
And dusty country roads.
Where the maple syrup flows
And pilgrims journey
Past beaten down barns
And the whole weight of pioneer history
Up to the Tweedsmuir
Musing first Tuesdays,
Washing over, with hand-picked words
The dank scene,
The varied audience
Just a long lost member
Of the group of seven.
Just a skater born too late
For the Leafs of ’67.
Just a young guy in an old man’s A-frame
Where he doesn’t belong,
Which means he does.
And off he goes now
Away from the corduroy roads
Of Downie’s Sunday drives,
And southern Ontario
Must live with a little less poetry;
One of her sons
And let’s be honest,
One of her translators
Has left.
May the black spruce, cold waters, and clear night skies
Prepare themselves
They will be necessary and brilliant.
And way up there
A good long drive up highway eleven
Sink a shovel, turn some sod,
Find a place to plant your pen
Maybe a stage
Or page
For its produce
Hell, even some paper plates.
‘Cause up there on the bevel of the Canadian Shield
It takes a special kind of poet…
And there he goes, with that trademark cap
A trail of breadcrumb words on the highway
Not to find his way home,
But so it can follow him.
And Hastings and Prince Edward
And fellow Musers;
An empty glass somewhere in Trenton
A tired pub in Tweed
They’ll miss that trademark cap
And his rich, ripe words;
They’ll miss Martin Durkin.
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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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