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A Breeze You Whisper


by

Kathryn MacDonald



A Hidden Brook Press book "A Breeze You Whisper" by Kathryn MacDonald


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ISBN – 978-1-897475-66-9



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Blurb about the book:

The poems in A Breeze You Whisper are meteors: dense, compact stories created on wings of emotion and myth – more real than reality. They collapse time, merging past and present, resulting in no-time, in all-time. Taken together, the poems in A Breeze You Whisper reveal a journey from innocence to transcendence, expressed metaphorically through the sections: East, South, West, North, and Above & Below. Readers will identify with the universality of Kathryn MacDonald’s passion and vision.

 

From back of book:

Poems in A Breeze You Whisper speak of love – earthy and sensual. This collection of Kathryn MacDonald’s poems explores nature and relationships, many reflecting on the universal experience of change. Her passion for the spirit of place like the wind over sun-warmed rocks is deepened by the myths she lives by.

 

 

 


 

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Biographical Sketch:

 

Kathryn MacDonald has previously published poetry in literary journals and anthologies, occasionally under the name Deneau. Her novel, Calla & Édourd (Hidden Brook Press) was launched in 2009. Essays on rural and farm life (along with recipes) were published in The Farm and City Cookbook (Second Story Press, co-authored with Mary Lou Morgan). Kathryn earned a B.A. from the University of Windsor and an MPA from Queen’s University, Kingston. She teaches literature and writing online through Loyalist College, Belleville. When not wordsmithing, Kathryn silversmiths, creating original jewellery using gifts from the earth.

 

 

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Kathryn MacDonald’s compilation of poems, recently published by Hidden Brook Press and summoned under the title A Breeze You Whisper is not only a collection of elegant, melodic, and at times romantic words, it is one of multiple themes that will intrigue the spirit of any poetic heart. Exploring the world at different angles, this book of poetry is quite unlike others I’ve encountered.

Most poetry I’ve been exposed to attempts to glorify the small things in life. By using meters, rhymes, poetic words and countless literary devices they aim to provide you with a minutely-detailed aspect of whatever their chosen topic is.

Kathryn MacDonald’s poetry in this book is anything but what was just described. On the book jacket, the publisher claims that these poems “speak of love—earthy and sensual”, that they “explore nature and relationships”. Not only do they do this, but they strip each theme down to its very nature. You will find the root of thought in these poems. Some are almost prosaic in their tone, turned into poems only by their shape and their imagery.

Separated into five parts, the individual sections are titled by East, South, West, North, and finally Above & Below. There isn’t much to comment on about this separation though, as each section covers many different themes and none seem to be very distinct in their focus.
To this, or really any collection or anthology of poems, the themes are the bones and the poems themselves mould the flesh with their words. A Breeze You Whisper is no exception, yet, some parts are fleshier than others.

While reading this anthology, I couldn’t help but notice one thing. While some poems in the collection are admirable, impressing the reader, others are somewhat underdeveloped. Kathryn MacDonald is truly a gifted poet—if only she would extend her abilities in some cases. For example, read the poem entitled Earth. A series of six non-rhyming couplets, the poem gives a wonderful example of just how you find the root of thought in MacDonald’s poetry. However it is also a bit too simplistic. Although it is entirely possible to have a poem that is unpretentious and simple, it seems that MacDonald needs a bit of editing to reach the full effect of this and other poems.

But to let these undeveloped works distract from the fully shaped ones would be shameful of the reader. To leave off with a portion that will hopefully entice to you read Kathryn MacDonald’s A Breeze You Whisper, this is a poem found in the section South, the last stanza being my personal favourite piece of MacDonald’s writing:

Do You Remember?
Do you remember
the afternoon?
We stand together
– its 2:30 during
an impossibly hot, dry June –
looking out
from our kitchen window.
We watch a doe
– the colour of burnished copper –
slipping from tree cover to move
down, down towards the water’s
edge of our pond. You comment
that she must be awfully thirsty,
coming so close to the house.

She pauses, lifting her head
toward us, as if hearing our whispers.
For a long moment we stare
across the gulf of grass and weeds
of our backyard. Then she lowers
her head, continuing down the
sloping grade to the water.

Calmly she stands – head down –
before slowly rising up the bank
and into the newly mown
field to make her way
back to the cover of bush and fence row.
We are one in our watching
under this magical enchantment.

You say that her chances are not very good,
and I question why. You say
A row of tree stands line the border
beyond the sanctuary of our fields
where hunters sit in wait
for hungry deer to leave cover and venture
into the sights of their guns.

My heart – that soared and beat quickly
at the sight of her – now moans a sigh
mourning the fleeting pond-side image
being replaced with darkly stained shadows.
Do you remember how we turned away
– our backs to the glass –
suffering a loss yet to come?