Wing and Wind

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.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

dVerse OLN

Poet's Pen Strokes

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She was born

with a bottle

of blue darkness

inside her.

When the light

cracks

the glass,

shafts of light

splintering

the container,

the darkness

spreads

inky arms,

stretching through,

reaching out/into

everything

she is, she's been, has yet to see

and exits

on pages

needing both dark and light

to come

to be.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Fields of Remembrance

“Cut corn stalks in the wind” video by Maria Wulf at Full Moon Fiber Art

The howling of the wolves,

the empty stalks,

this is home now.

Remember when we had it all,

before the burning, the chafing,

the emptying?

I won't cry, though;

tonight, a full moon

reveals the sickle-swept rows

we hid between,

and our ghosts laughing

and playing,

reflecting us

as we always should have been.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner



For Artistic Interpretations at IGWRT, featuring artist Maria Wulf. 

Pine (ing)

in rainland

we long for snow

but oh! the green

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Fruit Bat

Grapes, mangoes,

sweet satsumas,

watermelon.

Apples, red.

My son loves fruit

and drinks only water.

We've called him Fruit Bat

since he was 2. He owns it,

with swagger.

Bats:  the only mammal to fly.

I hope he always does that, too.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner