“Great” — C.Birde, 7/17
Their exhale;
our inhale.
Breath,
co-mingled.
— C.Birde, 7/17
Breath — An Image
Month: July 2017
Constriction — A Poem
“Constriction” — C.Birde, 7/17
Clouds
blur the horizon,
smudge
the crooked line
defining
here and there,
then and now.
Slowly,
the crows return
to roost
in the evergreen’s
upswept boughs,
their wings glossy,
inked with words
unwritten.
The sky inhales,
constricts and
saturates.
The rains will pour;
the dreaming
recommence.
The words
will
f
o
l
l
o
w .
— C.Birde, 7/17
Interlude — A Truth
“Interlude” — C.Birde, 6/17
Hello! I will be taking a short break from my blog and will return in about two weeks. I will continue matching words to images during my absence, and I invite you to look for me at Carrie Birde on Instagram if you should wish. Keep dreaming, and keep creating 🙂
— C.Birde
Hatchlings — An Image
“Sparrow Hatchling” — E.Noel, 7/17
His hands,
so young and full
of potential —
open as his heart —
repaired the gap
and gently scooped
the hatchling up,
slipped it,
with a silver spoon,
back into
the nest.
— C.Birde, 7/17
Drench — An Image
“Drench” — C.Birde, 7/17
The rain fell
with the impatience
of countless
drumming
fingers.
— C.Birde, 7/17
Equivalencies — A Poem
“Eastern Chipmunk” — C.Birde, 6/17
If you have one chipmunk,
you have three;
If you have three chipmunks,
you have fifteen;
If you have fifteen,
they will call the day’s news,
in rapid fire staccato,
from the garden bench;
and beneath the old miniature rose;
and from the corner behind the garage
by the rain barrels.
Most likely,
they will excavate
a complex system of tunnels
beneath the side steps
to the converted back porch,
and divert
the flow of fallen rain that
— recently, mysteriously —
began weeping through
the house’s north facing
hundred-plus-year-old
basement wall.
They will expect peanuts,
and will make their requests
from under the lavender hedge;
and beneath the curled, green ferns;
and from all corners
of the house and yard and garden.
Keep a number of nuts tucked
in your pockets at all times,
though this will not prevent them
from heedlessly running
over your bare feet and toes
when you open the door
and stand on the side steps
with that offering.
If you see one chipmunk,
you may see three;
If you see three chipmunks,
you may well see fifteen;
And if you see fifteen,
you had best have your
inter-species agreements
quickly drawn up and notarized,
for the benefit of all,
by a neutral third party.
(The Nuthatch, perhaps.)
— C.Birde, 7/17
Nightjars & Damselflies 