Welcome to the First Annual Spring Pulse Poetry Festival
Mr. David Brydges, Cobalt native and poet, having become interested in the historical and literary significance of physician and nationally renowned poet, Dr. William Henry Drummond, a major figure in the early part of the century in Cobalt, has spearheaded a unique cultural opportunity for our area
The First Annual Spring Pulse Poetry Festival was held in Cobalt April 3–6th, 2008
Betsy Struthers saw 390 children in 4 schools over 2 days. In 20 events, 420 adults participated and attended for a total of 810 people touched by poetry this weekend. We made history with our poetry Hall of Fame inductee and also the Poet Laureate position. The Lifetime Achievement Award was given to Mr. Douglas Pollard. Our MP Charlie Angus returned to his roots and performed on Sunday afternoon.
All in all, a first for Northern Ontario and a first for a small community in Canada, to say nothing of it being the biggest poetry/arts event in Northern Ontario's history. Well done everyone, and a special thanks to our sponsors.
The Second Annual Spring Pulse Poetry Festival is set for April 2–4th, 2009
Go here for calendar of events and further information>>
Dr. William Henry Drummond Poetry Contest
Honouring the Memory of Dr. William Henry Drummond
Deadline: March 15, 2008 brought 124 entries. Well-done all.
Winners Now Announced [Click Here].
Cash prizes totalling $1,500 for poems in English.
NEXT DEADLINE: March 1, 2009
Spring Pulse Young Poets Contest
Separate Poetry contest rules for elementary-age children. Deadline March 26th, 2008
Winners Now Announced [Click Here].
Attention local poets from Temiskaming Shores to Temagami
Please submit 3 of your poems and email to David Brydges with subject heading: Poem of the Week to be considered for this feature.
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Flower-de-Luce (abridged) Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest, Who, armed with golden rod And winged with the celestial azure, bearest The message of some God. Thou art the Muse, who far from crowded cities Hauntest the sylvan streams, Playing on pipes of reed the artless ditties That come to us as dreams. O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |

