My Piano and Me

The door shuts behind them
when they go; the key clicks their good-bye.
I sigh, and then stroll
over to my piano.

The wooden legs scrape
my maple floor.
I ease along the leather seat
and open up the lid with the heels
of my hands.

Daddy bought my upright-
grand piano
(Mother always says he did)
when I was twelve years old.
Crafted by a Toronto company
of note
(pardon the pun),
she’s a Heintzman.

Anyway, today’s the day
we get to play,
just her and me.
She’s a “she”.
You see, we decided that
a long time ago.

She and I have our favourites:
Schubert, Chopin,
but Kermit’s song,
we love to play,
and Elton John,
can make our day too.

Together, we struggle;
I never practiced
much as a kid, and
she’s older now,
but I got her a tune-up
for Christmas.
(Well, Mother did).

Ludwig’s Sonata comes easily
we both enjoy the ebb and flow
of waves and keys;
I stretch short fingers,
and she seems to shrink to meet them—
as if she were a friend.

Don’t ask us to share
our rare time together
(we’re a bit selfish that way),
and we don’t have
much time before
the key
is in the lock
and I go back
to my day.

Long ago, it was decided by those
in the know that
I’m no virtuosa.

my piano
wasn’t paying attention.

Kathleen Mortensen @2016

Many thanks to oglach at Na Trioblóidí for challenging me to write this piece in response to a comment I made on his blog.  I cannot recommend his blog too highly; you really must see it for yourself.

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Me and Olivia Newton-John

When I was 13 , Olivia Newton-John hit the airwaves with her song, “Let Me Be There”.  I first heard it on my little red transistor radio with the plastic ear-piece that was perpetually plugged in my right ear.
Olivia was everything I wasn’t, but wanted to be: pretty, blonde,  blue eyed and clear-skinned with excellent teeth and a cool accent.  I was mousey and hazel-eyed with Clearasil-covered acne, braces and a resulting lisp.
The one thing we DID have in common was that we could both sing.  Granted, I did MY singing in church, the shower and into a portable tape-recorder, but I had a passable voice. 
“Let Me Be There” was one of my favourites, but when Olivia followed up with “I Honestly Love You”, my teenage angst caught fire and I belted it out with so much  sensitivity, passion and devotion that I felt one day for sure, I could be the next ON-J.
We spun Olivia’s 45s on my friend Jane’s record-player. ( She bore a much closer resemblance to her than I ever could with her perfect teeth, baby-blues and long blonde locks.)  We would dance around her family room and sing our hearts out.
I followed Olivia’s career for some time.  When she appeared in “Grease” alongside John Travolta, I didn’t see the movie over and over for JT. No way!  I was there to see my Olivia swooning in her poodle skirt and saddle-shoes.  I still know all the words to “Hopelessly Devoted”. In fact, I was a bit miffed at the sleazy transformation they imposed on my pure Olivia at the end of the movie.
I stuck with her when she starred in “Xanadu” as a roller-blader.  I still love her in that one and in my opinion, “Magic” is a great song that is highly under-rated.  She was so beautiful in that movie.
When the video for “Physical” came out in 1981, I started sporting headbands, leg-warmers and torn t-shirts.  I still didn’t look like Olivia, but at least the braces were gone and I had graduated to contact lenses instead of bulky horn-rims.
I knew that ON-J had her own store, Koala Blue in Australia. I knew when she got married. I kept pretty good tabs on her for a number of years, but when she did the movie “Two of a Kind” with Travolta again,  I knew my love for her had died.
Besides, I couldn’t really explain an Olivia obsession when I was decked out in black and going through my vampire-phase, could I? She just didn’t have enough bite.
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Robert Frost’s Banjo: Reading Poetry #2

Here’s a link to an excellent series on reading poetry. If you have any affinity for true poetry, find yourself at this place to glean from this man’s knowledge and resources on this subject.

If you are a lover of music, his blog is also filled with a wonderful wealth of information on that subject too. Oh, and an added delight is that John is a connoisseur of classic films. (I’ve only just learned this.)

Every visit reveals yet another facet of this most intelligent and interesting person.

Robert Frost’s Banjo: Reading Poetry #2

Kat’s Entertainment – My Top Tens

Sorry, if I’ve been neglecting you (and my blog)lately and I apologize for the dearth of what I’m supposed to be all about – poetry, BUT you see my dad’s been moved to another hospital and it’s a bit further away, so I’m driving around a bit more. I’ve been spending lots of time with my mum and taking her shopping, back and forth to the hospital for visits, grocery shopping and driving my husband back and forth to work. Every Saturday night we’re doing dinner at home with a video to keep her company.
Today I’ve got a blinding headache (left-over from last night), my sleep is quite frankly, crap, and my eating habits are all askew. Poems are deeply secured in my subconscious, but I’m sure they will surface sooner or later.
As a concession, I’m posting what tends to get me through (apart from prayer – lots of prayer)– the world of entertainment.

Here are my Top Tens from a variety of diversions over the years. I’ve included a bit of video just for added fun.

All the best,


P.S. I’ve gone pink for a while – I hope you like it.

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1.Bridge on the River Kwai (David Lean)
2.Gladiator (Ridley Scott)
3.Once Upon a Time in the West ( Sergio Leone)
4.Pelle the Conqueror (Bille August)
5.Ryan’s Daughter (David Lean)
6.Jaws (Steven Spielberg).
7.Gigi (Vincent Minelli)
8.Withnail & I (Bruce Robinson)
9.Tunes of Glory (Ronald Neame)
10.Ring of Bright Water (Jack Couffer)

David Lean’s Bridge on the River Kwai: