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Cèilidh for Angus

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Cèilidh for Angus

by Kersten Christianson

To a canticle of wind
and juncos, squalls trip
across a sullen ocean
an errant curtain hop-
scotches across the sill
of an open window.

I want no somber dirge,
no plodding funeral song.
Instead, the screaming
banshee of a wicked fiddler,
of more hair than voice,
of ear and aura, of other-

worldly and techno fusion.
Now, the wave of dancers crests
and rolls, plummets, falls head-
long into a sea of bow
and string. After, the swallow
of kitchen party Jamison,
the echo of last notes step
dance among embers.

With a lone seal, you swim,
cross this sound
into another.

 


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Kersten Christianson is a raven-watching, moon-gazing, high school English-teaching Alaskan. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry through the Low-Residency Program at the University of Alaska Anchorage in 2016. Her recent work has appeared in Cirque, Tidal Echoes, Inklette, We’Moon, Sheila-Na-Gig and Pure Slush among other literary journals.  Kersten co-edits the quarterly journal Alaska Women Speak.  When not exploring the summer lands and dark winter of the Yukon Territory, she lives in Sitka, Alaska with her husband and photographer Bruce Christianson, and daughter Rie.

www.kerstenchristianson.com


 


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