I'm delighted to share a poem with you today! It was written by my friend Jeannie Prinsen. Jeannie is an online writing instructor at Queen's University. She shares many insightful reflections on her blog Little House on the Circle.
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The experience that inspired this poem took place a couple of years ago in Prince Edward Island (where I was born and where my family still goes every summer). We had arrived at my parents' place earlier that day, and I was taking an evening walk. There is something about the quiet of the surroundings and the beauty of the sky there, especially at sunset, that always makes me feel peaceful. But the cloud of starlings -- something I don't think I'd ever seen before -- added a different dimension to this walk. I was fascinated by their swooping formations and the way they crowded into a tree, chattering loudly, and then suddenly lifted off as one. This poem tries to capture the sight, sound, and feeling of that experience.
ellipses thrill the evening sky
a thousand starlings
turning a sun-kindled apple tree
into a quivering
each leaf and twig
pulsing with their over
they rise in a shush of underlit wings
like fallen stars returning
and I watch
how it would feel
my own wings touched with the light
of day's golden
In case you missed it: Jeannie and I did another photo/poem collaboration earlier this year. You can read it here.
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