Blondine and the Tortoise by Virginia Frances Sterrett
Owl-eyed and clove cloaked,
I cowbird as the tortoise plods
the gutters of my ego
laying waste
to the language
of my gods.
to the language
of my gods.
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20 comments:
Your words never disappoint.
Your words are always a delight. Owl-eyed and clove cloaked, I cowbird as he plods...love it!
"laying waste to the language of the gods",,I love that phrase,,,I enjoyed your poem very much,,,
Brilliant. I've never seen "cowbird" used in quite that way before...almost a verb...you certainly have our language at your command, and you do anything but plod.
K
So much said in so few lines. Perfect.
I love this illustration! I see that you're also using the Napowrimo word prompt today! Good for you-a 2fer!
I say we make turtle soup!
Salt pillar ego .. the best kind .. intact, preserved. This was my favorite illustration, nice to see others used it. Fascinating how folks interpreted it.
The "clove cloaked" line made me look even more closely at the illustration which I actually used as well.
Such attention to detail, both for illustrator and for poet, Mama! Loved this. Amy
Sheesh. That was some unreal kind of amazing, girl. The shorter your pieces, the better they are. And that is a huge compliment. Your poems punch so hard.
What a gorgeous image you picked!
So here's what I read, you are wise, always keeping your eyes open and your ears perked. And your scent is entrancing and bewitching.
I'm looking up "cowbird" because I have no clue what it means. I've just found cowbird.com, whose description says, "The most beautiful place in the world to tell stories." So first off, I'm picturing you, an enchantress, telling this man your beguiling tales of intrigue and magic while he weaves his way through the deepest recesses of your mind.
What they really are, cowbirds that is, is not nearly as pretty as what I concocted. ;)
So if I am to understand correctly, you have made him your host, you being the parasitic brood bird. So you are flying along above him, sort of feeding off of him, as he plods along beneath you, digging through your brain. The nastiest parts of it.
So, are you saying your brain contains the language of the gods and he is destroying your brain? Or are you perhaps referring to the highest form of language, which would be poetry? In essence, he is completely exhausting its power until poetry doesn't even exist anymore. Regardless, he's destroyed you in the most pleasurable way. That's what I see.
Lovely use of language, MZ; to tell so much with so little is your greatest gift, and this time you bring an extra portion of darkness in a draft of shadows and the losing of the self. Now the picture looks evil to me.
I remember cowbirds from summers on a farm; they hovered over the backs of the cows to eat the flies . . .what a role for an owl-eyed woman! Is it possible she eats the broken language of her own soul?
Just terrific. agree with Joy. Wonderful. This is manicddaily, Karin Gustafson--blogger wants me to use an old blog that I never developed.
Thanks for your kind visits.
k.
Our cowbirds are called ox-peckers so I'm unfamiliar with the word - nonetheless I was thrilled to see it used as a verb! This metaphor is so tight, I felt the burn in my chest!
owl-eyed and clove cloaked...love this..the whole mood made me shiver a bit...nice...
I had to look up cowbird - which was interesting to learn about this bird. Knowing about cowbirds, what an interesting way to use the ways of this bird in your poem!
You capture this picture with such intensity that I feel it like electricity along my skin.
Cowbird? New one on me, too - perhaps you could pop in a link or an explanation for the uninitiated? But you certainly set the mind going...
and then edited repeatedly, heh! stop it now, it's fairly perfect. :)
I had to look up cowbird ~ the opening lines drew me in ~
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