Granite hearts of ice queens get rotten too,
Entering the frozen fortress something burrowed right through
Layers of pain and posturing, dissipating something blue,
Filling a space that once held sorrow with something true.
I am this moment reworking and hopefully finishing Something Burrowed, a poem I wrote and first published in 2014. My firs-time published poems are never the final product, especially one like Something Burrowed that went through very few rewrites – not my usual modus operandi.
I keep wanting to tweak, pull down, take apart and reconfigure my creative works each time we have a chance encounter. Often, I find, after all the sweating and puffing and heavy lifting to refurbish the lines, the writing comes out vastly improved – with only a comma added or removed, or shifted to a different space.
To read my full poem Something Burrowed in its current state of publication existence, please buy “Voices 2014”, an anthology of the Toronto Writers Co-Operative (TOWC). Contact the Co-Op to purchase your copy of Voices. All proceeds go to the TOWC.