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December 5, 2012

The Intruder

THE INTRUDER 

Joanne McGough

November, 2007

 A piazza in Venice, Italy

      I wait alone. Le Ristorante al Gabbiano opens in thirty minutes. I sit at a wrought iron table and study its mosaic tile top. Some tiles are cracked, some are missing, all are weather worn and faded into a creamy gray mélange. Just a hint of true color remains in crevices where tiles are tightly abutted and the salty air from the canal hasn’t penetrated.

The morning is gray and so heavy with mist that my hair feels damp. Still, I am pleased to be in Venice and content to be alone. I feel meditative, breathing slowly and deeply, my mind as calm as it ever could be. I close my eyes from time to time. Often, I pause to write a note on my tablet.

My reverie is interrupted. A small brown bird lands on my table. His arrival is obscured by the near-opaque fog.

He is a bold little thing. In just two hops he is close enough to watch me writing. One hop closer and he seems to understand my work. He looks from my pen to my tablet, then back again, repeatedly. I sit as still as possible, watching him. He is beautiful, really, not solid brown but blessed with flecks of red and gold. He is obviously interested in what I am doing.

He knows I am watching him. I stop writing but he continues to stare at my tablet. I think he is waiting for something. Perhaps he thinks my tablet is (more…)

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June 28, 2010

Linn Run’s Shallow Sound

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LINN RUN’S* SHALLOW SOUND

Joanne McGough

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Imagine

a crystal ornament

with one thousand shimmering facets.

Imagine them all

bubbling.

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 *Linn Run is located in Rector, Pennsylvania.

ADDITIONAL READING:

WATCHING CORN GROW

Laurel Mountain Borough, Pennsylvania: Quaint

River Song: Part 1

Post Office Closings in Rector and Export, Pennsylvania, Mirror a Larger Postal Service Problem

RIDING THE RAILS: A True Story

February 14, 2010

To Andrea Bocelli: A Valentine

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TO ANDREA BOCELLI: A VALENTINE

Joanne McGough

My Tuscan tenor,

                  My glorious man.

I see your image, hear your voice

                  And catch my breath ‘ere I drown in both.

Abandoning all pride

                 I succumb to your (more…)

January 5, 2010

Gifts at Christmas

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GIFTS AT CHRISTMAS

Joanne McGough

A final poem to close the Christmas season:

Magi gifts—you remember

adoration’s poster guys

in purple robes and wise faces,

humble on bended knee,

pledging (more…)

December 25, 2009

Anno Domini: The Beginning

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ANNO DOMINI: THE BEGINNING

Joanne McGough

Morning broke slowly.

With great force but no haste

                     the Source of (more…)

December 24, 2009

Freely Given

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FREELY GIVEN

Joanne McGough

Gifts rare, freely given

           In the spirit and grace of this time

           And all time.

Love, without conditions,

          accepting

          as the rose opens to the sun

          Blossom now.

          For you, a sheltered garden

                    safe for blooming.

Peace, portioned without cost,

          generously

          as wild flowers sprinkle colors

          through a green field.

          Partake of the offering.

          Pluck all you want.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

Christmas Memories

Noel

A BROKEN LEG FOR CHRISTMAS