The Authorship Of Morning

authorship of morning

The air is cold, its sky

a silver rink with crows

skating on the wind

 

while others tramp

along the garden

searching for things to eat

or interweave a nest.

 

The flock torn

having descended earlier

from a common tree

 

while a different species

flies from my ribs

carrying the hunger

of an artist.

 

One bird feeds

on the memory of an idea

ending in a poem —

 

another scavenges the void

for snippets of an idea

to begin a poem —

 

and I stand watching

a woman’s shadow stretch

between the stress-fractured limbs

of an elm, the idea

 

of a writer

in suspension, tangled

in the maze of her own

possibilities — waiting

 

like Winter’s patient

for something

to knit and bloom.

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The beautiful, blended photography is by artist, Laurence Winram.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9 comments

  1. “The air is cold, its sky

    a silver rink with crows

    skating on the wind”

    What a super opening. I’m hooked!

    Wendy,

    Your words for sure “knit and bloom”.

    This poem is vivid and moving. You
    never disappoint!

    Thank you!

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Sarah

    So glad you enjoyed this one — as always your support and continual interest in my poems is deeply appreciated! It helps to keep me inspired and writing.

    Take care
    Wendy

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  3. Hello Wendy,

    I enjoyed reading your poem this evening. Love the beginning–

    “The air is cold, its sky

    a silver rink with crows

    skating on the wind”

    Jan

    Like

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