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Highway 69

highway 69 rock out crops rounded smooth coloured striations undulate through stone like stretch marks on the ancient mothers belly where she grew fecund giving birth to the world. rock cuts break the surface blown there by dynamite charges like ragged scars revealing each pang of labour laid down in rusted reds, pink, white, and grays it is in these raw places that her colours shine as newly made unsoftened by ages of wear ice ages grinding lichens have not crept their pale green/gray cloth to drape her nakedness men have touched her flanks with force, unloving, to forge their path north black asphalt, alien. not enough to claim their presence atop each cut stand inukshuk built to say "we were here".

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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/29/2017 6:44:00 AM

I have marvelled such rock cut faces, tickled to read your wonderful rendering, love the Mother Earth angle, am similarly affectionate towards our shield.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 9/29/2017 1:42:00 PM

I probably would. I fell in love with a wild 40 acres in Sharbot Lake (the dreams died with the breakup) and weep sometimes in a particular clearing in the woods I frequent, the sumac and exposed stone take me like a ripple in time and I'm there.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/29/2017 10:15:00 AM

Yes Maureen this is the place where my writing began 28 or so years ago. It was meant for me to be here. I read once that there are places on the earth for each person where they can do their optimum creative work. This is mine. I think you would fall in love with this land.

John Fleming

Date: 9/28/2017 8:17:00 PM

Thought I would take a quick peek at the "Soup" whilst I partake of my ham sandwiches. Clicked onto "New Poems All" and your name appeared right on cue! Great write, Patricia -- loved every word of it! :) john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/28/2017 9:14:00 PM

John you would love it I know you would. I live on the edge of the Precambriam Shield some of the oldest rock (granit). When the planet formed this rock was formed and is still to be seen. Thank you so much for reading and commenting I just love the presence here.