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Review: Thaw (poems) ~ by Chelsea Dingman

Blurb: Thaw delves into the issues at the core of a resilient family: kinship, poverty, violence, death, abuse, and grief. The poems follow the speaker, as both mother and daughter, as she travels through harsh and beautiful landscapes in Canada, Sweden, and the United States. Moving through these places, she examines how her surroundings affect her inner landscape; the natural world becomes both a place of refuge and a threat. As these themes unfold, the histories and cold truths of her family and country intertwine and impinge on her, even as she tries to outrun them. Unflinching and raw, Chelsea Dingman’s poems meander between childhood and adulthood, the experiences of being a mother and a child paralleling one another. Her investigation becomes one of body, self, woman, mother, daughter, sister, and citizen, and of what those roles mean in the contexts of family and country.   Review: Thaw is Chelsea Dingman’s inaugural poetry collection. In these poems, the author talks about violence, abuse, death, loss and grief; about family and childhood, about being a daughter, …

this moment in time

    The lilac tree is late, in a negation of what lateness is to fecundity – she stands there, punily bare and of a lesser green, almost lost and unseen against the crab apple and her bright and riotous loudly glorious dress of almost, almost almost but not quite pristine whiteness: there are still buds as pink as berries and this morning’s blossom still carries a ghost of pink nacre on their interrupted velvet. The lilac’s is grey silk, old and worn and pale and stale and still bare and barren and late. In my contemplation, I reflect that in the collective soul of my primordial fold, trees are female as is the grass – givers of the life they alone can bless, they can but be called by the lasting caress of a woman word: and thus lateness, blame it on the stalled Spring or some other fate or indifferent word, or on the tree’s lost strife against changeability, becomes fall – and thus Nature without redress will die by man’s sword.   …

and what does daisy see

      I want to know what does daisy see – does she see the tree against the blueness of skies, does she see the hand and the eyes? Does she ever think of the hours, does she see the fingers who decapitate flowers? Does she ever hunger for flight in the middle of the night? I want to know what daisy does see within and beyond all this glory of the dewed and freshly green grass – does she ever see time as it slowly comes to pass?       >© Nina Light CC-BY-NC-ND