Two New Poems

Introduction: I wanted to post these two ‘new’ poems (recent would be a better description since they were actually written last year) in recognition of them receiving honourable mentions in the Pandora’s Collective 2018 poetry contest.

Pandora’s Collective, established in 2002 by Bonnie Nish and Sita Carboni in Vancouver, BC, has done yeoman’s work fostering the Canadian West Coast literary scene, with regular readings, writing prompts and workshops, and fundraising events. Bonnie in her personal struggle to recover from head trauma has done a great service to the world by using her writing skills to enlighten us about the challenges of this life-altering, often-crippling condition. “From a small acorn the mighty oak grows,” and so it’s been with Pandora’s, which has hosted many fine poets and writers in the 16 years since its inception.

And have a look at the other winning poems here:

Centrifugal Stump lo-res

‘Centrifugal Stump’ by Sean Arthur Joyce


Carnage of a day’s work,

chainsaw chuckled asleep.

Through the walls—

green tang of cut

fir, tatters fallen

in the yard, stray

waifs of cedar who

happened to be

in the way.

My furtive attempt

at ritual, stalking flashlit

over leaf mulch—moonlight

striking gold

from orbiting sap

alive as honey

on the sawed stump.


©2017 Sean Arthur Joyce

Dead Crow 2016 lo-res

‘Dead Crow 2016’ by Sean Arthur Joyce


Rushing to catch the ferry,

did I stop long enough

to carry the feathered, bloody rags


of your body to the side of the road?

No. Did I place a coin beneath your tongue

to pay Death’s ferryman?


No. I’ve become like the rest

of my heedless race, all flying

in a blind whirl to some wafer-thin


morsel of Nirvana

just around the next bluff.

My tongue has grown numb


from too much fractured speech

spun out across the air

in so many directions,


I’m no longer certain which way is home.

Dead Crow, did the spirit

leave my body long enough


to linger beside yours—stunned

and blown apart, desperate

to find your way back to the nest?


Yes. Something inside me

dragged a wing, half-broken,

all the way home.


©2017 Sean Arthur Joyce

About seanarthurjoyce

I am a poet, journalist and author with a strong commitment to the environment and social justice. If anything, I have too many interests and too little time in a day to pursue them all. Film, poetry, literature, music, mythology, and history probably top the list. My musical interests lie firmly in rock and blues with a smattering of folk and world music. I consider myself lucky to have lived during the great flowering of modern rock music during its Golden Age in the late 1960s/early '70s. In poetry my major inspirations are Dylan Thomas, Rilke, Neruda and the early 20th century British/American poets: Auden, Eliot, Cummings. My preferred cinema includes the great French auteurs, Kirosawa, Orson Welles, and Film Noir. My preferred social causes are too numerous to mention but include banning GMOs, eliminating poverty (ha-ha), and a sane approach to forest conservation and resource extraction. Wish me—wish us all—luck on that one!
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2 Responses to Two New Poems

  1. Jacquie says:

    Powerful (especially the last verse of the roadkill poem)

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