is a poet and web editor living in Toronto, Canada. She edits the
writers' resource site
and maintains several websites. Her work has most recently appeared
in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, NFG, Regina
Weese, and MAG.
View the rest of the poems from Barbara Fletcher
in the March 2004 edition:
Found a finger in the snowslush:
a perfect digit with an iced-blue knuckle
and purpleblue nail, stiff and pristine.
Thought a finger would be useless
without a hand, but it made an impeccable
utensil for writing names in the snow.
This past Autumn our pines and spruce trees
were weighted down with an abundance
of cones: heavy brown omens of a long
and treacherous Winter, of dangerous drifts,
and bluecold faces and fingers.
Mittened hands shake snow
from a girl's hat and coat and marbled skin,
poke fire into her hypothermic limbs;
their eyebrows are stretched into question marks
but their eyes lock in truth, knowing,
as they drag her from the bloodstainedsnow,
gloveless and missing one finger.
(previously published in The Best of the Melic Review,