Tuesday, April 17, 2012
New Poem: Blackbird Amore - for DVerse OLN and Beyond...
like a sprinkling of ash on the dawn,
congregating motes from a far heaven.
They are annunciations in blue-black
shimmering in the young cattails
with the wing’s red badge
that says, I am of the garrison of joy
and I have come
And I am not Icarus and I am not
a barn swallow,
Nor am I a disconsolate sparrow
with her half-hearted motet,
or the barrio crow clacking for scraps,
or the furtive owl
sitting high in the oak
like a jaded bartender.
I sing Verdi, you sing Mozart.
I sing today and you sing tomorrow.
We are the small and temporal things
appearing in the corner of your eye
when you flash past,
Warbling in our epaulettes,
strafing the marsh
to route the hovercraft
of the dragonfly,
Trumping the laggard lark
with our midair pirouettes,
ballet rouge in the empire of love.
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2010-2012