Yesterday I posted about my love of lakes and loons. When we were just starting out as a family, we lived in Minnesota, where loons are the state bird. The more I saw and heard them, the more I became enamored with them. Loony, you might say.
Laura Purdy Salas has written a beautiful book, Secrets of the Loon, which I pulled out yesterday when thinking about loons. No surprise that Laura's poetry is lovely. I especially admire these lines about the unborn chick:
"squeezed inside an olive egg,
bill meets wing meets folded leg"
To learn more about loons, look for Laura's book. Also, don't miss this great website about loons: www.loon.org.
Today I'm sharing some loon poems that I started a few years ago and recently revisited.
thanks to istockphoto for this image...
Ancient Voices
I listen for loons
For their ancient voices
Eerie and echoing
Drenching the world with sound
Have you heard them
Wailing in raucous harmony
Shrieking in the moonlight
Yoo-hooing from lake to lake?
Have you heard
Low tender voices
Babbling with spouses
Feeding their young in the morning mist?
Like an earnest chick, I stop to listen
Spellbound, astounded
I treasure these primal wails --
Surely they bless the north woods
© Karen Eastlund
Image by longacre at Pixabay
You can hear the many calls of loons here: https://loon.org/the-call-of-the-loon/
Here's a little loon haiku to end the post:
Tuxedoed loons dive
Deep into crystal waters
Sushi bar below
Hooray! It is Poetry Friday...
Many thanks to Molly Hogan for hosting at Nix the Comfort Zone. She's sharing her own fabulous baseball-related poems. You'll find links to the whole gang at her site.
Enjoy these last weeks of summer!
