Colleen Thibaudeau’s “My granddaughters are combing out their long hair”

Colleen Thibaudeau’s “My granddaughters are combing out their long hair”

My granddaughters are combing out their long hair

my granddaughters are combing out their long hair sitting at night
on the rocks in Venezuela       they have watched their babes
falling like white birds from the last of the treetop cradles
they have buried them in their hearts where they will never forget
to keep on singing them the old songs

brought down to earth they use twigs, flint scrapers acadian
their laughter underground makes the thyme flower in darkness

my granddaughters are thin as fishbones & hornfooted but they are
always beautiful under the stars: like little asian paperthings
they seem to open outward into their own waterbowl

mornings they waken to Light’s chink ricocheting
off an old Black’s Harbour sardinecan.

Reduce them the last evangelines make them part of the stars.

my granddaughters are coming out by night combing their burr
coloured hair by the rocks and streamtrickle in Venzuela
they are burnt out as falling stars but they laugh
and keep on singing them the old songs.

Colleen Thibaudeau, 1977

“My granddaughters are combing out their long hair” is from The Artemesia Book (1991), available from Brick Books.

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Colleen Thibaudeau, Summer 1977 in London, Ontario

Colleen Thibaudeau, Summer 1977 in London, Ontario

The Artemesia Book: Poems Selected and New, Brick Books, 1991.

The Artemesia Book: Poems Selected and New, Brick Books, 1991.

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