Bluebird dipdives
low
to know the tickle
of tall grass —
instead learns snap!
of foxjaw.
Lone feather
whisperdrifts —
a fleeting skykiss.
© 2017 Irene Latham. All rights reserved.
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Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carol Hinz, Editorial Director of Millbrook Press and Carolrhoda Books, divisions of Lerner Publishing Group. Her challenge this month is to write a poem that finds beauty in something that is not usually considered beautiful.
Post your poems on our November 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, November 24th. One lucky participant will win a copy of The Sun Played Hide-and-Seek: A Personification Story by Brian P. Cleary, illustrated by Carol Crimmins, and published by Millbrook Press earlier this year.
Just like that, you turn something fierce into something beautiful. You're quite the poetic conjurer, Irene!
ReplyDeleteIt really is finding beauty as Michelle writes, Irene. I will never see a feather drifting down the same way again. 'instead learns Snap' is quite a powerful surprise.
ReplyDeleteLone feather whisperdrifts....
ReplyDeleteGreat words!
I'm tucking "dipdives" and "whisperdrifts" and "skykiss" into my journal for safe keeping. I could hug these words!
ReplyDeleteMy heart clutched at "snap!" Fear, sorrow & wonder all in one handful of words.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much in every word here. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI love this unexpected poem from the wild Outdoors.
ReplyDeleteWhen we come across picked-over bones in a nearby field where we hike... I often think of how Georgia O'Keefe found artistry in their starkness & then , about what brought the creature to this, the ebb and flow, the Nature of all things...