jillypoet: mom trying to write

Each day I wish I had invented waterproof sticky notes (for shower inspiration) or pen-friendly diapers to get down all my quirky thoughts that I am sure are relevant and publishable. And so God (actually another writer-mommy) sent me The Blog.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Red Sky in Morning

I am by no stretch of the imagination a morning person. Never have been, and, I'm afraid, never will. But, I do love the old sailor's adage: "Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning." I have always loved that, from the time I was old enough to be out in a rickety old faded lime green rowboat at dusk. And, you know, I even loved, well, really liked, a sailor once. So here's to sailors and little green rowboats. And, hey, here's to morning.

Red Sky in Morning

Perched on the bare branch of longing
the cardinal listens through a window in shadow.
Fallen leaves descend into earth
mulch into paperweights of regret
like some English fancy woman
slipping from her petticoats
for a Valentine of peace.

When the red bird flies round
to the back porch of celebrity
no one recognizes him
except the woman from abroad.
Her palm opens
offering a fistful
of shining ruby marbles,
gleaming beads of jubilation.
The cardinal takes them then,
each into his beak and he is
from the weight of her satisfaction.


Blogger Catherine said...

What a fascinating poem - lots of intriguing images to think about here

5:59 AM  
Blogger sundaycynce said...

I totally agree with Catherine! Favorite line: fallen leaves...mulch into a paperweight of regret. Curious, fascinating, truly thought provoking!

I hope I haven't left the same thing twice. The first time the whole comment screen was word including the word verification.

9:26 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

Fascintating and intriguing poem. I especially love the image of the cardinal, which is a bird I've never seen but would love to.

11:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love this line: "When the red bird flies round
to the back porch of celebrity
no one recognizes him"

Very nice!

12:22 PM  
Blogger (Ni)mo.Ni said...

omg that poem has all these gorgeous metaphors..
so imaginative!

12:37 PM  

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