October daily special, in case you couldn’t get enough of all the creative content craziness from Jennifer Weigel we’re posting one a day for the whole of the month!
i was grounded in the garden
behind the house of Tumlinson
just being one with nature
awash in a sea of green
i sought guidance from the martin
she watched with hesitant eyes
while she sang what’s yours is yours
and what’s mine is mine
she declared her boundaries
in a steady stream of hostility
the little bird told me time and time again
that my presence was unwelcome
i had invaded her space so she let me know
in so many words she talked my ear off
and with it she flew just out of reach
thus in the garden it came to pass
that I learned to bend and sway
with unwavering strength
to be content with the silence
one with the plants not the martin
Older poem originally written as ekphrasis to a fine art photograph of a woman whose ear is being carried away by a bird while standing in a lush garden labyrinth.
(Image features enhanced photograph Ego of brickwork.)
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