Friday, May 29, 2009

Red-Winged Blackbirds

There is the flash of scarlet,
the wing-coverts of the male. He bobs
ferocious in the cattails.

Chek ter-ree announces
browning summer to the riparian zone.
Gilded epaulets on glossy

black plumage blaze like
the anticipation of poppies sprouting
from grass-fire ash.

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11 comments:

Dee Martin said...

this reads like a painting!

Maxine said...

It does indeed read like a painting. Vibrant.

Maxine said...

It does indeed read like a painting. Vibrant.

Linda Jacobs said...

Love that lat stanza!

dorinny said...

oh my. where's my dictionary at? :(

the last stanza is beautiful

Tumblewords: said...

overt beauty!

Frances said...

blaze like
the anticipation of poppies sprouting
from grass-fire ash.
That just sings to me, yes it sings to me
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linda may said...

Lovely poem. I saw a picture of a red winged black bird somewhere else, strange from my perspective here in Aust. that they have red under their wings. The birds here usually have white there.

justplaininsane said...

Well written for sure. I can picture this bird in my mind's eye. Thank you.

ThomG said...

You can picture the bird, hear its song.

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quin browne said...

i love how you used the prompt