Bloom & Martyr
If you were mine, lash and strawberry. If bound and frail, take charge of me. My caveat, your excavation. Tender crumpled, my blunder, your shoulder, my shorn or hollow. If you were mine, nectarine and cherish. If you were mine, what stings. Tell me brittle, slate and layered, touch me there.
Cinched and knotted, your welling, welling up. Stasis, I trace your spine. Tell me I am, tell me down or dappled and sugar swallow, tell me I am ripened, always ripening, tell me I am sweet.
Glisten, my plum, my causal, seared down to nausea, call me anything you like. Sundry, you lichen like a bit lip, lobed and salted, drawn and tactile, I could make you smile. Grown orchard, your rosehip, my petals, your knuckles forged or spring and frozen. I am melting, my sweet, your sweet thumbs, the frost is biting.
Come now, furled now, travel case and lily. Semi or my stomach bracket, snow and sprouting. If I forage, if I fold and pollen, if I should I should or fumble. Tell me if my lip, my crisp, my zipper silk or swollen, you swell like dust, like pollen. Touch me, my sign my omen, your bloom and nightshade, my lovely rhododendron, my lovely silk and rotten.
Your blush, my chrysanthemum. Your winter frost, dahlia and molten. My shoulder blades, raspberry and tarnish. Your breath, bloom and hemlock. Your frost, your flush, cold blossom, my mouth.
"An impressive entry in Hajnoczky’s already quite impressive body of work. "—Winnipeg Free Press
"Composed with a wonderful lyric flourish and flow driven by a texture of gymnastic sound and cadence. "—periodicities
“Part eco-poetry, part Arthurian fan-fiction in verse, Frost & Pollen unfurls as a sustained meditation by a mature poet’s hand. At once erotic—imagine Georgia O’Keeffe’s floral paintings—and deliberately in dialogue with the earth, Hajnoczky presents a poetics that centres female pleasure and luxuriates in foliage, in imagery and language. Told partly from the perspective of the Green Knight, this work is mythical and imaginative, well-researched and deftly crafted. A delightful read. ”—Klara du Plessis, author of Ekke and Hell Light Flesh
“Frost & Pollen is a verdant efflorescence of words blooming over an understory of myth, the lush foliage of its language, of desire and the garden, nature and humankind, balanced between Eros and Thanatos, between intimacy and danger, power and libido. It is a delight and a rich satisfaction to stray in the remarkable life and beauty of its lines. This is poetry filled with the force (and music) that drives the green fuse. ”—Gary Barwin, author of Yiddish for Pirates and For It Is a Pleasure and a Surprise to Breathe
“Hajnoczky’s language flowers with whorls of sonic splendour. In this embodied and ecological exploration, letters unfurl, and time collapses as medieval and millennial mysteries mingle in a forest of swerves that will leave readers enchanted. Touching her tongue to the roots of language, Hajnoczky deracinates exclusionary practices of listening, syntax, and meaning-making in a topology of rapture. ”—Suzanne Zelazo, author of Lances All Alike and Parlance
“Frost & Pollen continues Helen Hajnoczky’s spectacular interrogation of language and her experimentation with the porous boundaries between body and earth. Much like the language play of Gertrude Stein or Lisa Robertson, Hajnoczky’s text gives language an intimate flavour but also transmutes the familiar into the foreign. Her open questioning brings in subjects as diverse as female desire, botany, and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Tense with desire, these powerful poems show once again, that Hajnoczky’s poetic eye is impeccable and her voice is one of the most assured in Canadian poetry. ”—Sandy Pool, author of Undark