Every now and then I come across a poet whose work really strikes a chord in my soul.
Local Olympia area poet, Shannon M. Blood, produces work that is deep and lays bare the raw emotions we all keep hidden.
The Morning Crier appeared on her blog yesterday, and I found myself thinking about her prose and turns of phrase off and on all day.
When you get to the end of my reblogged sample, please click on the link to read the rest!
THE MORNING CRIER
It’s 4 a.m. and Robin Redbreast
scrapes nails over chalkboard
Sól lights her pine-fed torch
stabs bloody fingers deep in earth
I play possum to your prod
shun the unwashed kiss
oak floor groans with your retreat
a williwaw births new gooseflesh
(read the rest of the Morning Crier at Tidbits by Shannon)
Credits and Attributions:
The Morning Crier, © 2018 by Shannon M. Blood, All Rights Reserved
Book Illustration of a Robin and Wren By Plate printer Joseph M. Kornheim (1810-1896) published by Frederick Warne & Co. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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High praise, Connie. Thank you. I’m glad it spoke to you.
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