March 19, 2020

ROB MCLENNAN AT ANSTRUTHER SPRING LAUNCH AT POETRY PARTY


rob mclennan writes: “Five poems for rheumatic fever” is part of a recently-completed manuscript “book of magazine verse,” from which the poem in my new chapbook, Anstruther, a history (Anstruther Press, 2020), also emerges. “Five poems for rheumatic fever” was prompted from a visit my dear wife, Christine McNair, and I made to the Niagara Region at the tail end of August, 2019 for a family wedding, where we ended up in emergency because she didn’t feel quite right. She ended up a week in hospital in Niagara, before being repatriated into the Ottawa General, during which I had to already be home for the sake of our wee girls, one of whom began grade one but a day after she was admitted. 
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Five poems for rheumatic fever

1.

Edwardian, she claims. A breakdown of the heart.

On the Niagara Peninsula, a full day and night
in Emergency; windowless shades of pale tan, fluorescence.

A migraine onset, and this low proportion

of energy: international normalized ratio,
automated vending machines,

continued pressure on the chest and brain.
Eighteen hours in,

admission. The same harmful
workings as a pulse.


2.

Amlodipine, nitroglycerin, warfarin. Traveller,
beware. The Greater Niagara General Hospital: five hundred

and forty kilometres from home.


3.

Shake, and see

what rattles. Blood test, tests; failed
IV drip, another vein blown. As fine

as silk, and impossible to pin.


4.

The faintest scent of peach, pre-dawn: prepped

for lumbar puncture, talk of meningitis. The evolution
of a complex thing. Warm,

the habit of air, our texts. This quartet
of endurances. A high pain threshold.

Left hand, lightly. Bruised. A third attempt for dye;
her Computerized Axial Tomography scan

in the Katz Scan Room, named for donors
with impeccable humour.

After seventy-two hours in isolation, her results,
a strategy: viral, not bacterial. Repatriation of days

into Ottawa General.


5.

Jennifer Moxley: I can hear nothing
from this shore.


rob mclennan would have read this poem as part of the Anstruther Spring Launch in Ottawa on March 19th, alongside Ellen Chang-Richardson, also launching her own Anstruther debut, with special guest readers Claire Farley and IAN MARTIN. "It would have been totally fun!"
Link to purchase Anstruther, a history (Anstruther Press, 2020): http://www.anstrutherpress.com/#/anstruther-a-history-by-rob-mclennan/


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