Poetry and Fiction by Christopher Guerin. The current sonnet sequence, working title "My Human Disguise," of ekphrastic poems, after paintings and other images (posted each Thursday), was begun February, 2011.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Memory of a Bird (Klee), Sonnet #301
A bird's memory is the memory
Of the bird. We share the same history.
The still bittern stays the marsh grasses
I saw as grass until he flew away.
The starling murmuration amasses
Like ink perturbed in oil in a glass,
Until a red tail hawk blots out a stray.
The pileated woodpecker, the day
I stood in the river and watched him rip
Through a limb, saw nothing below my hip.
I wasn't man to him, and no concern,
Just one more thing he saw not to unlearn.
I feed the birds so they'll remember me,
Returning them my fading memory.
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