Hello lovely pumpkin-eaters,
I have decided to blog every day this November (it’s kind of like NanoWriMO, but more like Blog-o-Rama). I am inspired by my friend Jill over at A Thousand Shades of Gray who blogs several times a week and has a theme for each day of the week that she blogs. I am going to try my own version this month and see how it goes.
As you can see by the title of this post, Friday posts will be poetic in nature. I’m ready to jump into this Blog-o-rama. Will you join me? 1, 2, 3…splash!
I like to revisit a poem I wrote in graduate school every fall because the images still ring true for me every autumn in the Pacific Northwest.
It is another dark morning, the sky,
a mouthful of saliva spitting. I spy a crow
flipping a drenched hamburger wrapper
to reveal its silver-lined underbelly.
I watch his black body against the glint of foil,
notice how he picks at it with his beak.
He cannot leave it behind, scavengers
as crows are, pawn shop owners of the bird world, collectors of coins, keys, scraps of glass and foil — shiny objects made of light.
I hoard mirrors, sun lamps, shiny stones,
gold-threaded scarves and colored glass
that reverberates light. These things are not enough.
If I could capture light — the kind that warms
my bones — I would rub it into my skin. I would lace
each eye with it. I would place it in my beak
and crush it till it bursts.
Courtney Putnam, c. 2002. Published in Licton Springs Review in 2005.
What are important or iconic images for you in the autumn months? And even more importantly, how do these images make you feel? See if you can journal for a bit, really stepping into the emotional impact of autumn. What comes up for you?