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Melanie Power is a poet from St. John's, Newfoundland, whose ancestors hail from Waterford and Cork, Ireland. Her poetry has been featured in Soliloquies Anthologyparenthetical, and Headlight Anthology. She is currently completing an MA in Creative Writing at Concordia University in Montréal, Québec, where she lives, writes and rides her bike. 

 

 

 

 

Power's Store

In memory of Harold Power

 

 

The keeper of sweets

 

at Power’s Store had rows and rows
of Spaghettio's arranged just

so. Even townies know. Harold’s shop signals

 

our car’s arrival to Calvert’s shore

on Sunday’s, here where things

are slow, and worn. Road signs—these

are only guidelines. Shore locals

like Gertie and Ellie and

Aidan know. In brown paper bags

 

of candy, we dug our hands, trawling for

sweets like nets in the sea. We knew

the taxonomy of sweets. Swedish berries'

identifying peaks, the exact feel of Jujubes between

teeth—like glue—and peppermint cubes,

their soothing sugar-cool. We knew. The crowning jewel:

chocolate chunks, onto which

my tongue hung until they went. A star of the 

 

Southern Shore from the length

of his store to the beach, Harold Power

was the keeper of sweets, the confectionery king,

dealing legal highs in Caplin Bay from the Point to

the North Side, to my sister & I. The shop is

 

long-closed now. Remember that time

he let us man the counter? Even townies dream.

We draw deep on Popeye cigarettes,

hoping still, like children, for smoke.

 

 

 

©2017 Melanie Power

 

 

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'An Elegy for my Grandfather' in Words on Pages

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