Building A Boat
By onemorething
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A woodpecker's yaffle
tells us about the rain;
a harmony to appease
June's green fire.
A drum on a sycamore,
a knock for a church's door -
though no amount of sin
would have me pleading
to any god, and besides,
some misdeeds
are unforgivable, or
unforgettable; I no longer
remember which.
Chisel-beaked and
iron-headed, little carpenters,
perhaps they will build a boat
for the freedom of man,
from a womb that begins
to look like a shadow
on a lung, or a dark mirror
that only the purest
may peer in.
And I, too, want to sail away,
but I do not dare ask
the woodpecker
if I am worth saving.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:British_birds_in_their_haunts_(9785569865).jpg
Also on Twitter: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%27The_Sycamores%27_by_Alexandre_Calame,_Cincinnati_Art_Museum.JPG
Woodpeckers are sometimes called yaffles because of their calls. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G8j11YH29_s In a number of cultures, too, there are stories about woodpeckers releasing a man or mankind from inside a tree.
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Woody wouldn't
mind if you asked him, I suspect he'd laugh if I did though.
Wonderful poetry, full of depth and meaning.
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Well done
I love your poem one more thing. It was easy to read and very enjoyable. Thank you. A well deserved cherry
monodemo
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I haven't seen one of these
I haven't seen one of these for a few years - I love watching their curious behaviour - fascinating youtube link too - thank you!
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This caught my eye
I must admit I've been a bit remiss at reading your excellent poems, (and reading in general).
I have a soft spot for Yaffles, I hear them often but rarely see their typical green streak as the fly by on the lookout for ants nests.
I have a soft spot for all woodpeckers. I once nursed a great spotted woodpecker back to life after it brained itself flying into our double glazed window (would have killed most birds). and one brilliant summer a pair of Great Blacks nested in an old rotting tree nearby. They have the most beautiful call which remined me of more tropical bird calls.
Your poem is superb. In your typical style you describe your thoughts about woodpeckers and the drift off into personal thoughts. I admire the way you weave all these thoughts together into a deep and meaningful poem which touches us all. This is a great skill. I'm so sorry to admit I've missed so many of you pieces recently.
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Made me think of Professor
Made me think of Professor Yaffle from Bagpuss. Aren't woodpeckers wonderful? A super poem, of course :)
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OMT, Your poems are
OMT, Your poems are definitely worth saving! This is another gem to add to your long list of pearls.
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When next in the forest and I
When next in the forest and I see a woodpecker, I shall think of your poem Rachel.
Only ever seen two in my garden, and they were only just visiting for food..
Fascinating birds, just like your poem.
Jenny.
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