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Reviews for The Wondermaker
by Craig Sipe
The Wondermaker...takes its reader on a life's journey through the seasons, walks us through the natural gardens and woods of family past and present, home and simple domestic joys; travels, and the histories and exotic lifeforms they unlock. .."Whose path am I following?" she asks, concluding one of her poems near the end of the book. The answer is many, and we are following behind.
by Susan Dudley Gold
...Demonstrating remarkable skill in crafting word pictures, she embraces all the senses to gently draw us into her evocative vignettes...Cyr's own words offer succinct instruction on gleaning the full worth from her multilayered poems: "Look in-between and all around - there's always more than itseems."
Sample from The Wondermaker
The Other Gold
Because my hands have always known
needle and thread
Because just sitting is beyond
the riot in my head
a creation
in some stage of completion
is often being cobbled
by my side.
I remember watching –
almost in a trance –
a chickadee sipping while sliding
down the length of an icicle
and doing this on repeat
while I was frozen
by the sight, all framed
by my window and the periwinkle blue
of winter sky.
But these meditative moments are few–
probably as numerous as a seahorse sighting,
or as my choosing mad red fabric.
These days, I knit.
The scarf is done when the
yarn runs out.
Then I pick a friend – either silver or gold –
and arrange the scarf around her
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