The Quiet of An Owl’s Wing, February

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By onemorething

Mon, 07 Feb 2022
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It begins with the quiet

of an owl's wing, mist muffled,

of river breath hushed

upon frostfangs and 

cold, a climbing ivy. 

Ask April to lend a word

or two, circles of light,

stars to burn in the darkness,

when the blush of Spring 

is in the distance, a ship sailed

on bluster and waves of snowdrop

and crocus. Masts of daffodils still

on horizon, pursued by clans 

of swallows, the nightingale, the cuckoo - 

apostles returning - remembered in tendon

and bone, all this is heart-pressed, 

all this is known.

 
Painting is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Owl-Flying-against-a-Moonlit-Sky.jpg

 

 

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Submitted by marandina on

"upon frostfangs and cold, a climbing ivy.." Beautifully done, of course :)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Paul, migraine today, so glad to have written it. Am pleased you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

You managed this with a migraine? That is an achievement! 

Beautiful hopeful poem - it's good to think about these things. Daffodil masts here still little green stumps (and that's being optimistic), but yes, looking forward to sun, warmth and all they'll bring. Sometimes it's hard to remember them

Hope the migraine vanishes soon

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah, well, perhaps that's a little misleading...I wrote it in the early stages of a migraine (when I stupidly didn't take my medication, as usual, in the vain hope it would pass - it never does) and then posted it when I felt nauseous after medication. Now slumped on sofa in sleepy state! Thank you though. Glad you liked it, I love winter, but starting to long for a little Spring warmth. :) 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

It begins with the quiet

of an owl's wing, mist muffled,

of river breath hushed

this is so magical. Perfect. I like the timeless feel of the rhyme of bone and known, and the cast of birds waiting in the wings :0)

I had a crappy headache last night. Maybe it's weather? Defintely could not have written anything, how on Earth you battle through not sleeping and migraines to make such masterpieces!!!

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Di, very happy you like it. I like that we both wrote February poems. And ha ha, I was in between painful episodes to write. I have another migraine today! Perhaps it is the weather...

 

Submitted by mickleinapickle on

Beautiful poem. Spring just around the corner.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you very much, and yes, Spring, looking forward to it now. :)