Dawn. The soft calls and dark moving forms of sparrows seem covert, even illicit, until the Carolina wren’s alarm clock chatters to life.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Dawn. The soft calls and dark moving forms of sparrows seem covert, even illicit, until the Carolina wren’s alarm clock chatters to life.
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Because we’ve loved,
the soft calls and dark
moving forms of sparrows
at dawn seem covert,
even illicit– Furtive
like some joys
tasted on the wing,
keen in their retreat,
as any bladed thing.
~ 12 17 2010
Luisa A. Igloria
I’m tempted to title this “Carolina Wren.” No?
Regardless, I really like where you took this one!
Hmm, perhaps NOT “Carolina Wren”…
O.K. Maybe for the ones you leave untitled I will just use the first line in quotes for the title of the post. I want to give each MP poem its own post at Via Negativa and make a proper series out of it.
Perhaps as title, “Aubade, with Feathers” for this one?
Yes, good. How about losing that last comma?