OCEAN STATE POETS
OUR FEATURED POET--KATHY KROENER
Katherine Kroener finds it difficult to write bio things. It is not that she hasn't had a full and interesting life, she certainly has. I mean growing up in the Adirondack wilderness was just the start.
She also has read voraciously, rickled peat, sheared sheep, ridden thousands of waves, and sailed in high latitudes. She has stroked an albatross as it sat on its nest, rescued a penguin trapped in a hole, and tentatively tapped at huge icebergs with her kayak paddle.
Katherine has experienced two close encounters with sharks, a war, storms at sea, mad skippers, disorientation in many forms, loneliness and homelessness. She is a survivor. Both content in her late marriage, but now, sadly widowed, uh yeah, she has been out there.
Now her life is quieter. Katherine is living in a restored, Victorian era hunting lodge, at the north end of a lovely pond in southern RI. with a large black cat. She is still apt to spend her time in nature, more often than not, swimming, kayaking, and birding. She also writes quite a bit, and does her art. Katherine’s poems reflect her love of natural things and the varied experiences that have made up her life. The words, ah the enigma of words, the way they can drop into place and sometimes fit.
Katherine Kroener finds it difficult to write bio things. It is not that she hasn't had a full and interesting life, she certainly has. I mean growing up in the Adirondack wilderness was just the start.
She also has read voraciously, rickled peat, sheared sheep, ridden thousands of waves, and sailed in high latitudes. She has stroked an albatross as it sat on its nest, rescued a penguin trapped in a hole, and tentatively tapped at huge icebergs with her kayak paddle.
Katherine has experienced two close encounters with sharks, a war, storms at sea, mad skippers, disorientation in many forms, loneliness and homelessness. She is a survivor. Both content in her late marriage, but now, sadly widowed, uh yeah, she has been out there.
Now her life is quieter. Katherine is living in a restored, Victorian era hunting lodge, at the north end of a lovely pond in southern RI. with a large black cat. She is still apt to spend her time in nature, more often than not, swimming, kayaking, and birding. She also writes quite a bit, and does her art. Katherine’s poems reflect her love of natural things and the varied experiences that have made up her life. The words, ah the enigma of words, the way they can drop into place and sometimes fit.
Widdershins
She wanders about her life,
a daughter of discord.
Widdershins in everything.
So don’t follow her unless
you wish to find yourself lost.
She could lead you as far as
a place the gray sea knows,
her grayer stone house in woods.
She might even lead you down
to the edge of that forbidden line,
where the darkness touches light
and the twisted root has voice.
A black raven one that she keeps
will croak and rasp in your ear,
to provide you with song in the night.
Her crystals can dazzle your eyes
so you will never find your way home.
Too, she’s apt to weave viney things
into the tangles of your silver hair,
as she whispers to you her secrets
of love and loneliness and loss.
She wanders about her life,
a daughter of discord.
Widdershins in everything.
So don’t follow her unless
you wish to find yourself lost.
She could lead you as far as
a place the gray sea knows,
her grayer stone house in woods.
She might even lead you down
to the edge of that forbidden line,
where the darkness touches light
and the twisted root has voice.
A black raven one that she keeps
will croak and rasp in your ear,
to provide you with song in the night.
Her crystals can dazzle your eyes
so you will never find your way home.
Too, she’s apt to weave viney things
into the tangles of your silver hair,
as she whispers to you her secrets
of love and loneliness and loss.