This poem by Linda Crosfield captures so beautifully the horror of the Toronto massacre. I wanted to share it with you. I’m printing the first two stanzas below. Please use the link to her blog to see the remainder of the poem. As usual, her unique view gives a wonderfully personal view of events:
Toronto’s in Mourning
She’s mourning the scatter of crushed bags of groceries,
for crackers and cheeses and chocolate and lettuce,
the citrus-fuelled scent of oranges bought
to be peeled into segments of sweetness for lunch.
She’s mourning the bitter salt tears in the mouths
of those left to pick up the sunglasses, take-outs,
the backpacks, the paperbacks, iPhones and headscarves,
the briefcases, strollers, the coffees, the bikes.
. . . .to read the rest of Linda’s poem on her blogsite, please go HERE.