Poets battle for Bard's Chair
By Robb Murray
The Free Press
She follows it up with the sublime “Serenity of Snow,” a remembrance of winter with the heavenly line “only children are invited to disturb its silence, to lie in it like angels.”
Donovan’s turn finishes the verbal melee. In a piece about boating, she writes “today the lake glows like a new quarter.” Later, “We were not cheap tricks. We poured ourselves into hip-hugger, stovepipe pants ... Dark-haired Barbies on the lookout for our faceless, groovy Kens.”
The judges took their time making a decision. In the interim, Rezmerski recited a Bill Holm poem, whom he called a “best friend.”
“If anyone should have been chaired as a bard, it was him,” Rezmerski said as he gave Holm a thumbs up and appeared to choke up a little.
The judges finally returned and revealed their choice: It was Dittberner-Jax.
“Please step forward and claim your chair,” Rezmerski said.
The other bards climbed to the stage to congratulate and hug Dittberner-Jax. And with that the sky ripped open, revealing the ghostly, smiling faces of Welsh poetry greats Dylan Thomas, Idris Davies, Vernon Watkins and R. S. Thomas.