I have long loved Jane Urquhart's novels but only recently disovered her poetry. This poem is the first of a grouping about "the undertaker's bride", who is also "grandmother". Jane's real grandmother? Who knows, but this is definatley the same character -- the undertaker's widow -- in the novel Whirpool. In this poem she rides her tricycle over the suspension bridge that once crossed the Niagra river, just below the falls.
Grandmother Crosses
Grandmother crosses
the suspension bridge
she is seven years old
in the process
of eliminating
errands
she watches amazed
as the loaf of bread
she has carried
from the american side
slips from her hands
somersaults gently
to the rapids below
light
as an angel's gold brick
eighy years later
the streetcars passing
on mainstreet
will bring to her mind
this bump of
rubber wheels
on wooden planks
as she rides her tricyle
thinking of home
Jane Urquhart
False Shuffles, 1982.
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