"writing is one of two things -/it's for you/or it's for other people" (p. 59)
I'm a huge fan of Katherena Vermette's work. Her poetic words often remind me of soft moccasin footsteps over Mother Earth: a gentle journey of discovery with a bit of humour and bite.
However, this third collection "procession" left me with mixed feelings and perhaps that is okay. It's tough to judge a poem about subject matter that one is unfamiliar with. That is one of the benefits of reading: to learn more about other cultures and experiences. This author continues to teach me so much.
Her 96-page collection is divided into numerous sections and each showcases a variety of styles: from short minimalist poems that barely cover a page to longer three to six page poems. Much of the work is written in first person for a more intimate feel but Vermette also keeps a distance when writing in the second person. There are few poems written in the third person.
The first section includes title names I was unfamiliar with and focused on such subjects as dreams, "magick", greetings, Mother Earth, grandmother Moon, language, and learning from ancestors. In describing grandmother Moon, she wrote: "old/grey/grated with age/like cheese." I loved that line.
In the section "carry memory", she explained the "poems describe actual photos of my family, Ernest Senior and Junior, Alma, Esther, Pierre Vermette" (p. 93). My favourite poem in this section was "if it were a river" and my favourite line was included in her poem "Mamere": "you're kneaded dough/made too quick and lumpy/you're burnt raisin pie/so good it's still raved about." (p. 29)
In the section "make beautiful", the poet goes back in time to childhood and adolescent memories and "this is what a Matriarch looks like" (p. 61).
This Matriarch theme continues in the section "Matriarchy/dreamtime" and includes some strong memorable lines: "you will grow old/your flesh will fall/like a map your skin/will draw deep lines" (p. 87)
One of the dangers of reading a poet's later work is that it is often compared with earlier work.
Her first collection "North End Love Songs" is still my favourite and its strength shadows Vermette's last two poetry collections.
And yet, maintaining an authentic voice is vital as Vermette writes in her concluding poem:
"then one day I realized/if I deny my voice/I deny my grandmothers/my many mothers/before my mother/as inadequate as I may be/I am all they have" ( p. 89)
Would her grandmothers be happy with the swearing in her poem "things you can say about me when I am dead"? Some might find this humorous. Some might find it offensive. Who am I to judge?
Vermette might write for herself but she definitely also writes to share her voice and thoughts with others. We can all be thankful for that.