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Friday, June 29, 2012

Swift Song

Alpine Swift from Whatafly.com



This is my "attempt" at a square poem. It almost makes sense.

THE SWIFT  BUILDS  NESTS  ON  HIGH
NESTS WEAVED WITH TWINE TONGUE LAID
LAID WITH STICKS FILLED  WITH EGGS
FULL LEAVES LATCHED AMONG SWEET DREAMS
OF  ALL BOUND THINGS VOWS GRANT
SWIFTS SPRING STRONG PURE FLY FREE

I would probably write it this way:

The swift builds nests on high
Nests weaved with twine - tongue laid;
Laid with sticks, filled with eggs.

Full leaves latched among sweet dreams
Of all bound things, vows grant
Swifts spring, strong, pure--fly free.

Swifts produce large amounts of sticky saliva that glues their nests together - which are sometimes adhered to tall buildings or tall trees so that the nest is glued to it somewhat on its side. They fly at high altitudes and both parents care for the chicks. If the weather is bad and cold, and they can't hunt for them they will allow the eggs to break thus permitting them to lay another couple of eggs a few weeks later.

Posted late for FormForAll 6/28/2012 hosted by the fabulous Sam Peralta for d'VersePoets Pub

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Celtic Burial



Ivory innocent too young to die;
forest whispers why. Verdure covers her.
Indigo eyes now sleep, no longer cry;
harsh life's antidote - a killing measure.

Celtic snakes carved on a wooden casket;
flute notes tie and entwine the branchéd wood.
Wrens dart trailing reeds through curving foulards
where eggs lie still in braided baskets.

Women lead processions into the copse
Chant haunting songs for resurrecting breath
Even-fall sifts lattice leaves, linnet calls.

Murmurs of incantations for the corpse;
shoes leave footprints upon the eager earth.
One bell tolls. Beyond the mottled light falls.



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