Two weeks of warm, squashy, beating-heart silence,
trapped in an ever-shrinking space, unable to stand or stretch,
until finally I figure out what that egg tooth is for,
peck-peck-pecking until CRACK, the light pours in,
the blue sky winks through veiling green leaves,
a blue similar to my first cage, that shiny-broken bit of sky blue
falls with the rain, far below. And for the first time, my cold,
featherless wings tremble, my lungs fill with damp air,
my toes scrabble at the cup of twigs and grass, my second cage,
that scratchy-bumpy bit of earth brown, where Mother dozes.
Lodged between sky and earth, caged by birth, egg and nest,
coming feathers are growth-fire, an itchy-poke like newly-opened eyes,
but my wings won’t stop stretching and lifting, my heart pounding,
and I fix my new eyes on the winking sky through oak leaf-wings,
wishing we might take flight, if only the leaves will flap hard enough.
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Christie Wyman at Wondering and Wandering is hosting Poetry Friday, and she’s issued a bird poem challenge. My poem is about Robin Red-Breast, an American native who always has time to stop and wink when I pass.
While I know that you are writing a marvelous poem on the birth of a robin, I can’t help but think that this could be about life, Brenda, especially with these lines: “and I fix my new eyes on the winking sky through oak leaf-wings,
wishing we might take flight, if only the leaves will flap hard enough.” I see that Linda B. also thinks like I do about your poem. Do tell us more about your book.
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Thanks, Carol. It’s in a drawer. I’ve written a second middle grade, not with animal main characters this time. I’ve queried a bunch of agents. Fingers crossed!
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Ginger crossed!
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What a crazy typo-of course, I meant, I got my fingers crossed for you.
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LOL I’m glad you explained. I was puzzled, as I am ginger. 😉
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I love this poem. It’s filled with such hopefullness!
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Thanks, Kay. My fellow Poetry Friday’ers are so kind! What a great crowd to be part of.
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New life. New sky. New perspective. Thanks.
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You comment is a micro poem. Thanks.
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Lovely; especially the description of the growing feathers. They really do look uncomfortable.
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I’m glad you like it. Creating is a tricky business.
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This is wonderful, Brenda! Like many others, I love “the blue sky winks through veiling green leaves.” Looking forward to hearing more about your book!
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Thanks, Catherine.
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I love that you wrote this from the perspective of the baby bird. And I love the blue of the egg vs. the blue of the sky.
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Isn’t the robin’s egg an amazing blue? Thanks for reading.
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Beautiful scenes. 😎🥀
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Thanks, Dorna. Have a beautiful day.
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Oh, I love this! You really put yourself in the mind of a baby bird! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Thanks, Ruth!
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You captured the little baby’s arrival beautifully, Brenda. I love fixing “my new eyes on the winking sky!”
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Thanks, Matt. Glad I stuck a good note.
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You’ve painted a beautiful and true image of baby robin’s journey into the world. Thanks for sharing this, Brenda.
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Thanks for reading, Kimberly. It was ambitious, but it was fun, too.
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Putting yourself in the bird’s “shoes” was a wonderful journey!
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Thanks, Donna. I hope it was believable, for just a moment. Living for only 2 years in the wild, they must be in such a hurry, from birth on.
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Lovely Brenda. I love that you’ve written from the perspective of the bird.
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Thanks, Sally. I love being the bird.
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I’m curious about your book with birds as the main characters! It seems like you are looking out their beady little eyes here 🙂 I guess growing up comes full of surprises for us all!
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It’s a middle grade about barn swallows, crows and swifts in their first summers. Worrying about migrating, facing predators, learning to fly, roosting as teens. It was fun to write and edit a hundred times. My first book….
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Excellent use of personification and anthropomorphism. I enjoyed this piece.
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Thank you, Nitin. I love imagining being someone or something else.
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“You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing that we call ‘failure’ is not the falling down, but the staying down.”
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What a great quote, and so true. Thanks, Mihran. May we all keep getting back up.
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Oh I love this, new beginnings, new life and perhaps a metaphor for anyone growing up or school starting? I love your ending and “winking sky through oak leaf-wings”, Brenda. That picture is really special, too!
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I’m so relieved that a longer poem still resonates in the blogging context. This one came of writing a book with bird main characters. Where I deeply imagined being a bird. With an attitude. 🙂
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So many lovely lines in this, Brenda – many of my faves in that last verse (sharing Michelle’s love) and that last phrase! Oh, those flapping leaves. 🙂
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Wouldn’t a bird be longing to fly, right from the start, even before she realizes what her featherless wings are for? Ahhh. I long to fly, and I don’t even have wings. 🙂
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A very creative piece of poetry to accompany the photo, Brenda! I especially like that you have chosen the I-form writing the poem from the new-born chick’s perspective.
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Thanks, Peter. I was trying to be the bird. 🙂
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I think you transformed into that baby robin Brenda, you really personified her/his voice wonderfully! This line says it all,
“Lodged between sky and earth, caged by birth, egg and nest,”
Great pic too, and are those some human boots I see standing in the lower left corner … Thanks for this trasure-filled poem!
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Those shiny black parts could be, couldn’t they? I believe it was just puddle on an asphalt sidewalk, though. So prosaic. 🙂
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Funny what our eyes want to see …
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And what our imagination supplies… 🙂
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I love this line:
but my wings won’t stop stretching and lifting, my heart pounding,
Isn’t this a childhood….just can’t stop growing despite how scary it sometimes is. Nicely done.
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So true, the changes come at you so fast, before you’ve adjusted to the last. I remember becoming so awkward around age 12, knocking everything over. Unable to comprehend my new size.
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I love the robin’s perspective in your poem. My favorite line: “the blue sky winks through veiling green leaves.” Well done!
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Thanks, Molly!
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‘if only…’ – so pretty
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Wouldn’t that be the way to travel? Flying tree… 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thanks.
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Lovely poem 💜💜
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Thank you! 🌺
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We are now live for our Aussie friends, so feel free to be the first to link up. You can be my test guinea pig! What a lovely beginning for your new robin friend. Love this perspective on a life that has just begun. How clever of her to figure out what that tooth is for. I’ve always marveled that they know what to do. Thanks for taking up my challenge, Brenda!
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Thanks for stopping by! I’ll link up now. 🙂
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