Poetry on Mackinac ... Literally and Not So Literally
Last night, I attended a beautiful, intimate poetry gathering beneath the trees at Mackinac’s charming, kinda “secret” Anne’s Tablet. This cool space in the woods above the city (and reached by a lot of wooden steps if one is headed there from town) celebrates the life and works of Constance Fenimore Woolson, a nineteenth-century novelist (and a grand niece of James Fenimore Cooper).
(This pic comes from the fort. My phone has been dead when I’ve been at the tablet.)
Participants at this event shared their work, read from William Blake, Mary Oliver, and others, and enjoyed the camaraderie of an evening on an island brimming with truths.
The day also included my first parasail, another visit to the fort, grocery shopping, and some of the best ice cream I’ve ever had.
From The Island Bookstore the other night, I procured Duffy Brown’s Braking for Bodies. I’m not a cozy-mystery fan, but I wanted something island-centric, so now I’m embroiled in a murder at the Grand Hotel, a mixed-up wedding for a fudge-shop queen, and the sleuthing of a bike-shop proprietress. It’s fun so far....
And as to the “not-so-literal” poetry.... A buck startled me the other morning as I rode through the woods right after dawn; the lights of the village at night give those attending free evening movies at the fort a sight far more sequined than anything on the silver screen; the water rages all wind and whitecaps and then lays down so soft and clear....