Curated by Deirdre Kessler
is a fingered opal dropped in darkness
into a silent pool. Hearing only
the one tone of its lavish syllable
prank the drum of waiting water, I feel
its slow fall revolving in that plumbless dark,
its little roundness all that matters of
this universe of distances and stars.
—John Smith. Winter in Paradise. Charlottetown: Square Deal Publications, 1972.
PEI poet laureate Deirdre Kessler selects a poem a month by an Island poet for readers of The Buzz.