Jilly is running a month of Jim Harrison prompts again, so that’s my daily treat sorted.
“Spring day, too loud for talk
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.”
~Harrison
The din of the birds
Some days, my ears tire of the din of the birds,
When the long-winged hawk hangs in the still air,
And about my feet, the bent grasses where hides the hare
Call me, with the moist voice of the rain-bubbling earth.
This is so lyrical. Its rhythm is like nature itself.
Thank you Merril 🙂 I was pleased with this short poem.
“rain bubbling earth” – what a great phrase so full of imagery
Thank you! The clay here is full of cracks and fissures, but there’s been so much rain they’ve filled with water and the ground squelches.
Woo that’s a strong poem, I like it💜
Thanks Willow 🙂
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This is so Harrison-esque!!! You have captured his voice. The enjambment between 3 & 4 is just perfect and I am especially enamored of the bent grass feel under the feet. So glad you joined in! I am scheduling the prompt each day for the wee small hours in my time zone, so it will be around in time for your morning coffee and cat conversations 🙂
Thanks Jilly 🙂 This is exactly the kind of distraction I need.
Extremely well done. Jilly is right about you capturing Harrison’s voice — and yet, making it your own.
Thank you, Charley! I have to admit, I still haven’t read a single one of his poems! It’s a sad fact. Must do something about it.
I’m not certain you must. You seem to have a kindred spirit — at least as far as the natural world is concerned.
Then I would like to read his poetry 🙂