Take these rings off my fingers
and make them wings.
I will meet the bluff that bears
your slow sighing west-bound wind.
It will be a meagre union
that hillside, to my sea -
but in this world of strange arrangements
sadder birds have flown as free
I don’t fly like arrows gliding
through the canyon,
my path is guided by the
earth below.
You don’t feed sparrows crumbs
or consolations -
your bird must outlast the end
of the eternal world.
I came dressed in severed strings
and rags of shadow.
You, you hopes all feathered
from conversing with a crow.
Ah! then, I am your black jewelled jackdaw
strung all along your wire…
Let us commit some murder, Blondie.
Let’s get all up in the sun.
I especially love the first and last stanzas and especially the first and last lines. Wonderful! I hope you’re living it! xox
Well, I’m tryin’ to Darlin’, but she’s a mighty hard bird to impress.
absolutely beautiful!!
Well, hi! Thanks for stopping by, I really appreciate it
This is really exciting, Seb. Really uplifting, scary crazy good stuff.
Stunning. deeply stunning
There is such music in your writing, Seb. I’m drawn into this world of “strange arrangements,” and can see so clearly the “black-jewelled jackdaw.” It’s such a treat when I see a new post on Tarnation and Eudemonia.
Strange arrangements can be the best arrangements, sometimes, Darlin’. We should all leave room for a little strange here and there!
You have brought me to a new place with this.
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Oh, you big softy you!
I like to mix up my approach. Brutish charm will only take me so far.
This poem soars an wheels like a newly freed heart!
You’re just the best at this when you put yourself into it. Real and unreal, earth bound and heavenly. Feels good to be home with you in this.
new or old? either way, it is wonderful!
New-ish. Not sure she knows it yet.
Jesus, Seb. My panties just melted!
Oh? And when did you start wearing panties,M’Linduh? What are you, a nun or something, now?
Since I decided to do something about the quality of male companionship I was attracting.
Ladies….
Blondie, eh? What does lil’ Red think of *this*?
Well, as long as it is “Blondei” and not “Dirty brown rat tail skank ho from Eagle Rock”, I’m good with it!
You be sayin’ “Dirty brown rat tail skank ho from Eagle Rock like it’s a bad thing, Biatch!
Yes, I guess in Eagle Rock a Dirty brown rat tail skank ho is a pretty good score. You can do a lot lot worse in that part of town.
There’s so much hope and promise in this. I’m really glad to read it.
Well, there you go
Sometimes, Seb, the strange arrangement is what gives up the most hope. This poem will outlast the eternal world.
Truly, Seb, this is the top of your powers. The very peak. This takes me back.
I love that middle verse, people who are bound by a course and by responsibilities, trying to learm to fly a little
ha this has a poe touch…i like the crows as a visual and to convey the conversation..
Not so sure about this one, Seb. It just departs too much from what is credible for you.
This is a wonderfully warm image Seb and it suits you to a tee. when will we meet this (presumably) new mystery woman?
Those closing lines are thrilling and exciting and dizzy, mad, wonderful.
A good run continues – but, come on mang, one a fortnight? That’s slack even by your standards!
This really moved something inside.
As long as it wasn’t your breakfast, that is good, right?
Caws and Effects, perhaps?
You have a way of elevating the love poem, Seb. Not that this is even 100% a love poem – it is more a hope poem. Hope poems are important.
A family of crows is a murder. Are you thinking of committing to family? Say it ain’t so, Sebbie!
Oh, it’s perfect. good to see you giving the blondes a try – come to the ligh(er) side, Seb!
She’s a blonde for sure. From Texas, nonetheless!
You are amazing with words! I aspire to someday write as beautifully as you!!!!
Aw, shucks, thank you!
The language is lovely but..I’d have difficulty analysing the meaning. Is it about crows? Or is that naive?
It’s about odd birds who, for whatever reason, have ended up on telephone poles far from home and one of the birds who is thinking that the nesting arrangements could stand some review
You are a wizard with words.
Love the imagery and emotion. That sense of going somewhere in a different shape, with different burdens that lay upon the shoulder.
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great feel throughout. i’d say like different dressings of life. love that ending.