David Fraser


Bette Dancing
 
Bette had a way of dancing
when she got into rye.
She’d start up in the middle of the cabin
all by herself, feel the beat
move to Lenny Welch
the spinning of the forty-five,
Since I Fell For You.
She’d sway, hold her hand
a little high and to the side
like Auntie Mame
without a cigarette,
invite us all to dance
coax us to our feet, picked me
the shy one, dragged me up,
moved me about the floor
where in a swollen beat of time
I lost all inhibitions, felt the music
take me out of the prison I was in.
Then Malaquena, its haunting Andalusian
notes twisted the room into distorted shapes
where I could conquer windmills,
fight dragons, fall in love with Dulcinea
with every pure plucked string.




Swan
 
Do you know how beautiful you are,
neck curved into a prow to push water?
You lean your folded wings into the wind,
steer by weigh-shift on a ripple,
own this pond, terrorize mallards, widgeons,
fight for every inch of earth with wild geese,
your long clipped-wing dash to chase them
up the field until they take flight,
circle back behind you,
to land upon the water.
 
At night I hear,
alone among the reeds
your mournful call.




The Clock
 
Seems I’m collecting dead people’s clocks.
They’ve run out of time. This is the first.
I waited, John, for you to show up
on the bus to Mt. Tremblant
where we roomed together for almost twenty years,
trained together, a tidy pair of skiers,
ate breakfast before first run,
dinners with friends, and scoping bars at night,
but you just didn’t show. You lay there in
the morgue a pile of crushed bones
identified twenty years younger than you were,
a John Doe, not my John
who leapt the Bloor Viaduct and left this clock,
the one I can’t resuscitate.

 

David Fraser lives in Nanoose Bay, on Vancouver Island. He is the founder and editor of Ascent Aspirations Magazine, since 1997. His poetry and short fiction have appeared in over 65 journals including Three Candles, Regina Weese, Ardent, Quills and Ygdrasil. Last year David Fraser was included in Rocksalt, a new Anthology of Contemporary BC Poets launched in the fall of 2008.  He has published a collection of his poetry, Going to the Well (2004), a collection of short fiction, The Dark Side of the Billboard (2006 ) and edited and published the seven print issues of Ascent Aspirations Magazine http://www.ascentaspirations .ca/aapublishing.htm  A second collection of poetry, Running Down the Wind appeared in 2007 David is currently the Federation of BC Writers Regional Director for The Islands Region. His latest passion is developing Nanaimo’s newest spoken word series, WordStorm, http://www.wordstorm.ca 
 
Recently David has been chosen to participate in the nation-wide poetry reading event, Random Acts of Poetry http://national-random-acts-of-poetry.blogspot.com/ in October 2009.
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David Fraser has a BA in English from University of Toronto, and a M.Ed. in adult education from OISE. In Ontario he taught English, Creative Writing Writer’s Craft among other subjects at the secondary school level for 30 years. Currently he is a full time writer who also teaches skiing at Mt Washington in the winter.