Poems in a Pandemic: My Turn?

by Jane Muir

My mother, as a child, was sick one weekend and didn’t visit her grandparents.
That weekend their house was struck by lightning and burned to the ground.
Both grandparents died in the fire.
I grew up with a fear of lightening.

My father, as a very young man in Scotland went to sea
As a cabin boy or whatever lowly job was available.
When one voyage finished, he took another
But missed the one to India
That boat sank before it reached Gibraltar
The whole crew perished.

And now I and all my children
Face our own dire threat—
Not a lightening strike
Nor a leaky boat

But someone
In China who
Ate a

Poet Jane Muir

In celebration of National Poetry Month, members of the Guilford Poets Guild were invited to share their thoughts about poetry and the life of a poet. Here’s what poet Jane Muir had to say:

I remember my first poem. I was 7 or 8. Maybe younger:

My cat has fur as soft as silk.
She likes to drink big bowls of milk.
She can climb a tree.
But when she sees me.
She jumps down upon the ground.

Just goes to show there’s always room for improvement.

Books I’m reading now: a Distant Mirror by Barbara Tuchman. It’s about the bubonic plague. Makes today’s Coronavirus look like a walk in the park.

Poet Jane Muir was born at the outset of the Great Depression — and things have been on the upswing ever since. She graduated from Connecticut College for Women — now coed and just Connecticut College. She worked in publishing and advertising before becoming a full-time Mom. She moved to Guilford twenty-five years ago, took poetry courses at Southern and joined the Guilford Poets Guild, where she has been chair and co-chair. Her poetry collection, Bulletin From Suburbia was published in 2018.

GPG Member Jane Muir to Read at The Poetry Institute

Pi Poetry Series
Jane Muir
Wednesday, October 16

Jane was born two weeks before the Great Depression and it has been all uphill since. She has been a member of the Guilford Poets’ Guild for twenty years. Her poems generally reflect her life, which has been up and down. Down when she couldn’t help it, up when she could.

Each month, The Poetry Institute Poetry Series celebrates an eclectic mix of poetic voices. Free. Refreshments. (And participants are invited to bring something to share.) Open mic. Outstanding featured readers. In a casual setting. Open to all members of the public (and even others).

The Institute Library
847 Chapel Street
New Haven, CT
right next door to the Tattoo Parlor

Doors Open at 6:30. Reading starts at 7:00.
Please arrive a few minutes early to sign up for the reading.

For more information: poetryinstitute@gmail.com or poetryatpi.wordpress.com