Richard LeDue was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives and teaches in Norway House, Manitoba. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2019, and more work is forthcoming throughout 2020. His chapbook, “The Loneliest Age,” was released in October 2020 from Kelsay Books.
Twilight in an Early Winter
Notice how one leg is shorter than the other,
while watching the sky change colour
and feeling darkness approaching.
The crunch of my footsteps in snow
sounds too much like an escape,
even as I go in circles,
fully aware my sweat doesn’t change
how I walk alone,
knowing there’s stars above the streetlights,
even if they can’t be seen—
night, relentless on paws,
I’ll track with closed eyes.
My Antiquity Poem
Why are there so many poems
Gods long dead,
only to have their graves visited
by poets, rewriting an epitaph,
and I just wonder
if I’m missing something,
like a three headed dog,
licking itself as a soul sneaks away
towards a monotheistic heaven,
while Hercules is left to wrestle
his midlife crisis, no film adaptation
forthcoming— only his sore back, waiting
for the invention of a sick note.
Self Fulfilling Prophecy
One day, I’ll drop my glasses in the toilet—
fear of pink eye louder
than any metaphor for ageing
as I clean them with water
and hand soap, swear at the air,
like it might eventually blink,
give me an apology
none of us ever get.