Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Magpie

I was born in this tree,
and the sun and stars circle 'round it
endlessly.

When I marry, I shall be wearing
a berry train braided by bridesmaids
tirelessly.

To me has been given
this tree, these fruits, this scorn for you,
intruder who dares

approach my bower.
God has given you all the empty air
below--stay there.
_______

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17 comments:

  1. alpSeptember 1, 2015 at 8:46 AM

    Curiosa imagen..muy chula...un saludo desde Murcia...

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  2. hedgewitchSeptember 1, 2015 at 8:52 AM

    If only they would. The words seem to swirl here with a sense of joy in flight, and the image is perfectly in tune, full of colors and beauty--the poem keeps that, and adds freedom and defiance.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2015 at 9:09 AM

    And still the intruders come... !! Nicely done!!

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  4. ShadowSeptember 1, 2015 at 10:29 AM

    Birds. Trees. Berries. Flight. Freedom. Pleasure. .....is what I feel.

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  5. Kerry O'ConnorSeptember 1, 2015 at 11:44 AM

    Ah! This is such a memorable piece. Dazzling and beautiful as that pair of birds.

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  6. Maude LynnSeptember 1, 2015 at 12:49 PM

    This is really unique, Shay. The word choices are so unexpected and cool.

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  7. brudbergSeptember 1, 2015 at 2:47 PM

    I love the second stanza especially... then alas the intruder comes and rips it apart

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  8. Buddah MoskowitzSeptember 1, 2015 at 4:27 PM

    Nope, I ain't staying down there. You make up there sound so beautiful. (FYI - I listened to/marveled at Laura Nyro over the weekend and thought of you.)

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  9. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerSeptember 1, 2015 at 7:22 PM

    For me, there is a tenderness in this write--as strong as it is--beautifully done!

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  10. CloudiaSeptember 1, 2015 at 8:14 PM

    Stay there!
    A wonderful meditation on roots (pun intended)




    ALOHA
    ComfortSpiral

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  11. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 1, 2015 at 10:45 PM

    I so know the feeling - "intruder who dares approach my bower". I love "stay there." Love the berry train braided by bridesmaids.

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  12. Susie ClevengerSeptember 2, 2015 at 1:19 AM

    So much to love..defiant, freedom, owning one's space

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  13. MarianSeptember 2, 2015 at 6:10 AM

    Yeah, I like that clear directive, but will it be heeded?

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  14. LynnSeptember 2, 2015 at 12:33 PM

    Love that and how I would like to say that to some people sometime!

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  15. annell4September 3, 2015 at 8:31 AM

    A lovely piece and a lovely image...of the bride with berry braid!

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  16. Pat WahlerSeptember 3, 2015 at 10:35 AM

    I really love the power of the final verse. The picture is perfect, too. I kept scrolling up to study it.

    Pat
    Critter Alley

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  17. Sioux RoslawskiSeptember 4, 2015 at 7:05 AM

    The photo and the poem are perfectly paired in their flight. (And I saw on Pat's blog that you're retiring in less than 2 years. How many poems will you produce every day once you're retired?)

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