poetry by Apryl Leaf
Libros proudly presents a new passionate poetic voice in the Canadian literary landscape. These poems suggest the sounds of a rich inner life resonating with multiple hidden worlds in and outside the poet. Grass Widow prospects boldly over the exposed surfaces of natural phenomenon, exploring dark and hopeful places that are scorched with loneliness and yearning, quenched with tenderness and optimism. The author distills with precise technique, her ventures through novel places, memories and relationships, using layers of imagery to inform her experiences and emotions. Through appreciation for all the elements of life, a determination of spirit allows the poet to explore fulfilled or unresolved questions and desires from a unique perspective.
Loving night's gift rowed through the canyon of low tide arbutus and fir silhouettes the broad welcome of the old constellations swelling on my mercury oar wake lending courage to drag the skiff over the bony spit gravel beds sculpted by the last storm to rise sharply and fall like the winter night low low tide with no moon in the dark we grope the garden for smooth little mounds from under sand we weigh the fruit in our left palm the other digs with an oyster shell
Kingfisher glides scolding cuts the green bay sun chopping clouds between my blows into firewood echoing off the island bluffs buffered between the island gap my cue I leave the ax launch the skiff with the current to the spring while there's never anyone but minnows or kids that play at low tide at high water it's just the top of a bonsai cedar and icy water overflowing I carry the filled carboys aiming for barnacle-sure footing the gunwales lowered to water on water reflection befriends my smooth strokes over a long sand dollar bed black velvet coins and hermit crabs within reach we glide with oar tips up then the painter line clove-hitched to home Fresh water for a week I declare while kingfisher on the scarlet wild currant bush ignores school lets out in an hour and I can row you from the trail head to the boat in time for tea
Four black cormorants pictographs ominous and silent long neck silhouettes on silver clinging to shore their home in winter four on one giant boulder at half tide hang their vees upside down one white gull swimming beside them
– Christal Pshyk
About the Author
Apryl Leaf was born in Ashcroft, B.C. and was raised in the Interior town of Falkland. She composed her first poems at the age of 11. After graduation she enrolled in outdoor school and then studied music, creative writing and literature in North Vancouver, joining others in the summer months for reforestation work in the Interior and Coastal mountains.
She became employed in a variety of marine-based work and marine studies as well as raising a daughter. She earned a journalism diploma, then worked as a reporter for small North and South Coast newspapers. She edits poetry for a Lower Mainland book publisher.
"Building on observations of place and landscapes that surround her, Apryl Leaf weaves themes of longing for acceptance, homesickness and nostalgia. Throughout the collection, the reader is treated to Leaf's fresh take on transient beauty, individual struggle, finding meaning through memory, knowledge and experience. Growing up and residing in some of the most beautiful and distinct areas of Canada, hasn't hurt the author's ability to create precise and memorable imagery that provides a distinctly resounding and accurate representation of the landscape and its mythologies. Leaf explores the perception of time, loss of innocence and persistence of memory with compassion, feeling and depth, creating her own mythologies."
– Christal Pshyk,