from rigors of nesting, these dry
dusting feathers drifting down
through the night-trees—
Have I changed? Can you see it
as ugly duckling flared to phoenix?
Or what tale can describe that
freeing flight earth-up, sky-down
through forests reclaiming all
the bones of empire?
wings spread and settle, fledgling
soul curled small, moss-soft
beneath the fallen log (discarded
feathers caught in the grain);
practiced eye of greenway wanderer
will see it’s forever new
For Meg, the greenway wanderer at Pigspittle, Ohio, who shared her beautiful photo of Feathers on a Log and pointed me to this article on molting.
This was beautiful.
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Thanks, Kir. I’m finding so much inspiration these days from photos and science-y articles. 🙂
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Most especially this line: the bones of empire
Just wow.
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Thanks for that. ❤ Don't you love it when a line just happens? I was thinking of some Roman sites we saw in Scotland and Germany.
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This is absolutely stunning. That second stanza! “Ugly duckling to flared phoenix,” “earth-up, sky-down”….as Meg said, just wow.
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Aww, thank you. Feeling brave and together enough to rejoin Yeah Write this week. Would love to see you there. ❤
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Thank you for the encouragement. I just don’t seem to be able to focus on anything. But we’ll see. Maybe there are ideas lurking. You certainly are inspiring, though 🙂
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A mutual inspiration club 🙂
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I like that! Unfortunately, though I started something, I had too much work and then was out all evening. Next week maybe?
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I’m rereading and catching more and more consonance. My favorite are the l’s in “settle, fledgling/soul curled small”. This poem just demands to be read aloud. (How was your move? Are you all settled?)
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Sometimes I think the sounds are happy accidents…sometimes I try. 🙂 (Working on new home and enrolling kids in school, stressful but getting there. Thanks for asking.)
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I liked all of this, but I especially loved the second stanza. Brilliant. 🙂
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Thanks very much. I appreciate it.
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“Or what tale can describe that
freeing flight earth-up, sky-down
through forests reclaiming all
the bones of empire?”
Wow! The bones of empire — all in a little bird.
Lovely.
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Bird-bones building an empire–I like it!
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I find this section especially wonderful –
‘wings spread and settle, fledgling
soul curled small, moss-soft
beneath the fallen log’
– it reads like an entire poem in itself, with so much music and rhythm in the words.
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Thanks very much, nice to hear from you! It did take a little turn in the last stanza, I think. 🙂
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