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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Friday, May 29, 2009
Red-Winged Blackbirds
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this reads like a painting!
It does indeed read like a painting. Vibrant.
It does indeed read like a painting. Vibrant.
Love that lat stanza!
oh my. where's my dictionary at? :(
the last stanza is beautiful
overt beauty!
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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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.
Well written for sure. I can picture this bird in my mind's eye. Thank you.
You can picture the bird, hear its song.
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i love how you used the prompt
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