Mama
chestnut-backed chickadee
flew
in our 70's window
and
landed on our
scarlet,
gold and green rug.
After
a few moments
she
sputter-flew up to the windowsill,
as I
held my breath, hoping
she
could see her escape.
At
last, I urged, Go, little girl---
and
she lit out,
quick
as wing and wind could carry,
while
I
peered
at the question of sky,
as I
do now,
heart
throbbing,
wings
trembling,
for
wherever the wind might take me.
This is just lovely, Jennifer. The parallel between you and the bird, your urging her onward.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this line:
"I peered at the question of sky"
The 'question of sky' is a brilliant touch and I too have experienced a trapped bird trying to find its way out, so that mix of euphoria and fear is perfect for your metaphor.
ReplyDeleteThe poem flutters with all that nervous bird energy and the relief when they finally fly off! The detail of the carpet and your question of sky show how deep you go with this short poem or high!
ReplyDeleteI love how you see yourself in the little bird and also pondered where your wings and wind will take you ~ There's always excitement with changes and with a positive attitude, we can soar like the bird too ~ Good to see you at D'verse Jennifer ~
ReplyDeleteJennifer, this is a celebration of freedom....it made my heart light to read it!
ReplyDeleteThis literally made my heart flutter as if it had wings!!
ReplyDeleteThe parallels between you and the bird is wonderful.. and I so recognize the feeling of seeing a trapped bird trying to escape... truly wonderful
ReplyDelete"peered at the question of sky." Now there's a phrase. And those chickadees never cease to entertain, eh?
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful blog! I love your layout, background, header, byline. Just gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteAnd your poetry is every bit as captivating.
I will definitely be following you.
These are my favorites:
"Mama chestnut-backed chickadee"
"she sputter-flew"
"At last, I urged, Go, little girl"
the last stanza
Thank you --- for being fabulous. ;)
__Nifty Jen, that wish for the bird's >regained freedom< _!
ReplyDelete__Odd how things coincidently occur... this a very recent comment I left at another fine poetic blog, Verdit on my blog list. (shedding time as shedding feathers... the molt) _m
time molt
replace these tired months
free flight
I love it!
ReplyDeleteSuch a delight. Loved "sputter-flew." That's the kind of thing that makes poetry what it is...special. Can't comment using my Wordpress Blog.
ReplyDeleteit's these very moments of observing life outside ones own that leaves us with that universal query of...where will our wings eventually take us ?
ReplyDeletegracias, nice write
This is one of the reasons I love poetry so much--Jennifer--this piece just makes me feel so alive--alive in the bird and alive in myself--beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteLove "question of sky". I had a summer job, once, in a greenhouse. A robin flew in and couldn't find its way out, so I had to corner it so that I could let it out. I've always hoped that I didn't frighten the poor thing too much
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful - am going to have to return to read it again!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, evocative little interlude - beautifully rendered ... sigh.
ReplyDeleteCanary yeLlow
ReplyDeletehumans faLL
iN cOld
Winter
mines.. minds..
Canary winGs
SinG aWay
from
cultUre
lies.. fLy
hiGher
than
cAges mAde..:)
oh, the similarities. Beautiful poem.
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