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Post by louisa on Nov 28, 2008 1:35:59 GMT 2
By the Window from Morning Sicknessby Kathryn Kerr submitted by Cynthia Roth I admire the subtle, absorbing language of this image narrative. The speaker is watching the birds on her land go about the dangerous business sustaining life while she is still bleeding from her miscarriage. There is not a spare word, consonant, article, or shape in this poem. Kerr even manages to get humor and hope into the sorrowful tone. So this is a new favorite poem of mine. I will also try to send an old favorite. By the Window by Kathryn Kerr Weak with bleeding, I command myself not to think. Just look at the birds. They oblige. Juncos and a chipping sparrow check the cracks of the sidewalk. The cardinal couple come for sunflower seed. The jay returns, a bit nervous, so close to the cat in the window. He fidgets, then flies. Even Mr. Flicker waddles around spilled grain, scowling others away. Geese have left the pond, moved back to the field the glean, leaving the heron to gawk and pose along the ice- edged bank. The shadow of an unseen hawk sweeps the lawn. A child we never saw, a shadow, crossed over our lives More information on Morning Sicknessmourningsicknessbook.blogspot.com, still.
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