|Artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein - more artwork found HERE|
With glossy black caps and small stocky bodies
we patrol cimmerian nights,
black-crowned heron and I.
She forever seeks shallow waters for toads, insects,
I search city fountains, pocket children's wishes
and heartbreak, string them upon a midnight cord.
The fledglings chirp as with fish dangling,
mama wings their way - silhouetted -
beneath same magical crescent
I borrow stilted legs, rise up, up, up,
necklace the moon with iridescence
and hope for answered prayers.
by Margaret Bednar, September 29, 2013
|black-crowned night heron|
and for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini Challenge - Secret Life of Bees. We had several quotes from the book to choose from. I chose "It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening." I hope you see the connection of this thought in my poem.