Hummingbird At The Apple-red Feeder

hummingbird at apple red feeder

She is bodiced in the busywork

of attaining life.  The winds of Spring and Winter

crisscross her flight. A miniature bird becomes a spirit

hovering between seasons, everything told

and untold.

 

I sense she may be you, the runaway daughter

I misunderstood. You left when the milkweed pods ripened

and spidery stars drifted along the road

with your shadow.

 

Like them, your destination aimless

and I kept wondering how you passed —

through a highway tunnel dividing

one state’s corn from another’s wheat, silver boxes on either side

to call for help,

 

or through a long passage opening

into a garden where mission bells marked the hour of change,

the light stark as bones bleached by the ocean air

while a veiled woman hummed scripture, her hands piling apples

into a reed basket.

 

You were so tired that she wept

and sent your soul back as something lighter, more sanguine

than a restless teen.

 

5 comments

  1. “You left when the milkweed pods ripened

    and spidery stars drifted along the road

    with your shadow.”

    Wendy,

    It is impossible not to feel those lines.
    They set the tone and it slips inside the reader.
    I have heard the breeze rattle those milkweed pods,
    and I have see the spidery stars. Together they make
    an unforgettable sound in my mind…a gone sound that
    feels the ache of loss while accepting it as something as
    natural as the seasons.

    “mission bells marked the hour of change,”

    “sent your soul back as something lighter, more sanguine

    than a restless teen”

    The poem has a rare beauty of tenderness and understanding
    that goes beyond the confusion of dealing with ‘a restless teen’.

    Fine work, Wendy. I so very much enjoyed your poem.

    Sarah

    Like

  2. “bodiced by the busywork in attaining life” and “spirit hovering between two seasons”…your poem, its imagery and tone ho!d me there and make me read several times. I will read it again. I recognize her, you and the woman humming scripture. I like the hummingbird and the hummingwoman. Thank you.
    ptc

    Like

  3. Dear Sarah

    Your kind words and insight here are so deeply appreciated! This is really an old one, slightly revised, and something I decided to revisit in my computer archives. I am glad you liked it and could visualize its content!

    Hi Ptc

    Thank you so much for your lovely comments on this piece and for sharing your impressions. I deeply appreciate them!

    My Best to you both!
    Wendy

    Like

  4. I love that “spirit hovering between seasons
    everything told and untold”
    as the untold brought to mind the mystery
    behind the loss, the untold reasons.

    And the silver boxes on either side of the road line
    broke my heart.
    I was pulled into an image of a mother
    worrying so about her restless teenage
    daughter passing all the boxes either literally or a symbol
    of never asking for help that could save her life.

    Moving poem.
    take care,
    Kerri

    Like

  5. Dear Kerri

    As always you kind words and intuitive feel for the poem bless my writing and its sense of worth. I deeply appreciate you sharing your impressions and taking the time to read my work! Thank you so much!

    Please take care
    my best always
    Wendy

    Like

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s