The poems in Window Ledge are a raw unadorned testament to what has been done and is being done human to human, and human to animal, plant, fowl, and fish. They express a kind of fatality combined with awe at the mysterious power of compassion that transcends everything. The poems in the first section of the book feel their way through life, on feet, on paws, on wings, and with their fins. The second section carves deeper into what we crave, what we cannot escape, and inevitably what we must make peace with. The final section describes the paradoxes of wholeness that include moments of not knowing, of utter stillness, of surrender and acceptance. These are not the poems of a young woman. They were written as the poet rode the tumultuous waves of life and found shimmering unexpected joy in the midst of indescribable pain.
"The poems in this daring collection are drawn from a lifetime of experience. Unapologetically forthright and sensual, they detail the thread of grief that's stitched into life, and all that "cannot be undone": abuse, a marriage ended, dark childhood memories. But more than that the poems leap like iridescent fish towards some kind of redemption. "I just want to get close to something shimmering", Strutt tells the reader. And indeed the poems shine with truth and hard-won wisdom. A collection not to be missed." —Rosemary Griebel, author of Yes
Lesley Strutt is a descendent of Bytown’s Bard and has poetry and storytelling in her blood. She believes in the power of writing to capture the sweet and savoury of life. Her stories invite you to travel far and wide on adventures that are reminiscent of a hero’s journey. Her poetry opens a window into the essence of everything.
It’s all the more poignant to read Lesley's poems, knowing that she is gone from this world. Visceral on many levels, cuttingly insightful, compellingly up-lifting. The poems in Window Ledge are a map of life, the cartography all the more vivid, through Lesley's eyes.
‘these are times to hold yourself still appear solid as stone
know you have wings’ and ‘I'm always from here to there as if a journey is what I am – a thing to arrive at’