blue on blue–feathers
echoing sky holding sun
as wings scatter light
Blue Jay feathers are not really blue, but appear so because of the way the light reflects off of them. At least that’s what all the bird websites say…
I am on call for Federal Jury duty the next 2 weeks. Not sure what it means for getting anything done, but no electronics allowed in Federal Court–including phones–and I have to call every night to see if I need to show up the next day. I may be around, or not.
The birds have been extra-present around here this spring…I can hear them waking the day right now. Happy Draw-a-Bird Day!
this form, measured
a structure to hold a mask
adorned with feathers?
sits naked, revised,
to death. Not malevolence–
the shadow of time.
Well, we couldn’t miss draw-a-bird-day, could we? Continuing with the Year of the Rooster, two views of a rooster skull.
I also didn’t want to miss National Poetry Month; last year I managed to post a poem every day, but obviously I won’t be doing that in 2017. I have an idea for a series involving dots and magnetic poetry, so I’ll start that on Monday (I hope). And next week I’ll try to catch up on what everyone has been up to. Happy weekend! and happy Draw-A-Bird-Day!
I had been thinking about Draw a Bird day but when I saw Kerfe’s rooster I sat down with paint. This family came out (birds) but I realized it was also a metaphor for my current family dynamic (three adults, one with ADD, living in a small nest). It does make me go up to my art room and paint more so there’s that. Anyway, happy Draw a Bird day, honored tradition on WordPress, and a shout out to all the great people who “flock” here.
The crown of red
set on your little head
is charged with all your fighting blood.
Yes, that excrescence
makes a most virile presence,
plus all that vulgar beauty of iridescence.
“Watch out strange kind people
Little Red Rooster is on the prowl”
–Howlin Wolf, interpreting Willie Dixon
This embroidered painting was inspired by a Mexican Carnival mask and the blues, and also in honor of the Year of the Rooster.
Red as a rooster. Red
as a heart that bleeds with
fire. Red as the rose
that blooms inside the heart’s desire.
Red as the anger that
is trapped inside the flame. Red
as the burning blood that
saturates the vein. Red red. Red.
The poem uses the red rooster as a starting point. I finally managed to do a quadrille properly: 44 words. The rhymes just happened.
Happy Draw-A-Bird Day!
on the road of souls
golden swan dreaming music
in between the stars
Many Native American tribes consider the Milky Way to be the pathway where souls travel to the spirit world. The Northern Cross, part of the constellation Cygnus, points towards the Milky Way.
Sue Vincent’s luminous and mysterious photo prompt this week gave me another reason to consider the stars.
Swans are symbols of transformation. They have been seen as forms of souls, messengers between worlds that accompany souls on their journey, or even shape-shifted angels. “Swan song” is not just a random expression–it comes from the belief that swans sing a beautiful song whenever someone dies.
Done from a shot by a friend of mine who was lucky to see one in our area. I’ve seen a lot of hawks and turkey vultures but have never seen an eagle. Happy Draw a Bird Day!
noise words without meaning
footnotes to the air
Answers taken given
traded for babble
Particles of lies shared
on repeat screeching
I meant to write a quadrille (44 words) with the secret keeper’s words this week, but I wasn’t paying attention really, and the “6-5-6-5-6-5-6-5” I wrote down beside each line became syllables instead of words. I also meant it to be more about the birds. I used all the words though!
Now to the subject at hand: The parrot is painted with the new gouache I got for Christmas. I wanted to do something bright and colorful to start, and a parrot seemed the perfect subject.
Parrots are symbolically associated with voices, words, communication, and the power of truth. They do not keep secrets. They are also linked to color magic. And, like many birds, they serve as messengers between heaven and earth.
They are also endangered, due to habitat loss and the pet trade. These intelligent sub-tropical birds can live 80-100 years; a pet parrot is a lifetime investment, requiring enormous amounts of attention, care, and intellectual stimulation to thrive. Needless to say, both birds and humans are better served by leaving these social animals in their natural habitats, and protecting those habitats.