Welling

Margaret Christakos grew up with hills, rock, lakes and short cuts in Sudbury, Ontario, where winter was winter and summer was a fresh water lake called Ramsey. She left her home there on Wellington Heights for Toronto. From youth, to mothering, to writing, for Christakos livings fullness is also, inevitably, disembarking, leaving. Thats how paragraphs go / on the balls of their pink feet directly / into traffic. The movement is a continually sensuous wellingfrom pink, through purple, to blue. Purple is the colour of narrative, the middle place where the poets well-honed attention to language and its deliberateness shapes well the pink lyric memory welling up out of the blue shadowy well of whats in store.