Louise Lefebvre is a multi-media aboriginal artist and writer who lives in the coastal rainforest of British Columbia. She harvests up-cycled materials and combines them with reshaped words to create her unique song.
Ode to Michael T
An icy grave will not release you,
hides your swollen limbs,
Bent and broke under a boulder blanket.
Entangled trunks of alpine larch and red cedar
form the flowers on your Kokanee tomb.
Glacial water veils your face
and gently sends your flesh and bones
back down the mountainside.
You have become the mountain.
Raven and Sun
Birds of a feather drawn to gather words
scar – lone – grief
Raven charts a flight to Sun
her aerobatic dance aborted in mid-air
for Sadness swallowed Sun
eclipsed his breath
killing two birds with one stone
Night extended into day
adorning Sun with broken pearls
friend – love – haven
that choke in Raven’s throat.
Collapse
Total fucking exhaustion
Bemoans from the gut
Martyrized body numbs
Cease to care
Cease to feel
Cease
Lie, die with the wounded
the needy
the tangled garden girl
Cradle her
Cuddle her
Let her cry
Don’t ask why
Louise Lefebvre
