Hello all Friday Poetry Friends and visitors. I'm throwing together a post today, last minute. Why not?!!
I've been trying to write daily as per the Stafford Challenge. I watched Kim Stafford's presentation, but I haven't followed too closely beyond that. Nonetheless, I'm writing more, and that is a good thing.
So... I watch the eagle nest which is streamed from Duke Farms, near me. Today there's snow in the nest, the wind is up, and the parent eagle is snuggling dried grass around the edge of the incubation area. One day, not long ago, I caught the sight of the nest with two beautiful eggs, but no parent. It took my breath away! Then a happy resolution. So I wrote this little poem:
Two bare eggs in a cold nest
Enters a flourish of feathers
Gentle turning of an egg
Two eggs snuggled
I smile
-Karen Eastlund, draft
Another day, on my walk along the river, I saw a blue heron in a tree. I'm still struggling to express my impression of that heron, but in my various attempts I wrote this limerick. Call it a draft... it's a draft!
Heron
Hunched in the cold on a limb
From his crown to his toes he looks grim
But one jab from his beak
And your chances are weak
When he stalks he can feast at his whim.
- Karen Eastlund, draft
That's it for me today. Find the whole gang at Margaret Simon's Reflections on the Teche
Don't miss her co-mingling of joy and grief in two lovely poems. Thanks for hosting today, Margaret!
