song of the Hermit thrush
Every morning I listen at my window for the morning bird chorus. This morning, my first Hermit thrush of the year! It is my favorite of the bird songs, melodic and heavenly, phrases repeated in different keys. A year ago, I heard the song and wrote the following poem. For the process I followed in writing this poem, see this.
Hermit thrush
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Catharus guttatus
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neither visceral nor guttural, ethereal
tip-toe in tree tops
air pulled into taffy thread
a flute in the forest
froth on a wave
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rain trembles on leaf tips
guttation drops on strawberry
a lifted curtain of mayflower
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I saw you there
hidden in the thicket
and I followed
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climb the ladder and sing
then step to the rung below
heads up, thoughts of the new day
parting of the beak
pulse at the throat
hairs lift
at the nape
of the neck, fingers
warble the keys
between middle and ring
catharsis
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Published at http://www.janetims.com July 1, 2016
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Copyright Jane Tims 2016
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We talked about the hermit thrush on Sunday, Jane. Great to see your poem and your drawing. Thank you!
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rogermoorepoet
May 31, 2017 at 1:20 pm
Hi. I love including this bird in my writing. I liked our meeting in spite of the noise. Very convenient for everyone. Jane
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jane tims
May 31, 2017 at 6:04 pm
I learned how to shut out background noise when I was learning Spanish in (very noisy) Spain! I thought the Second Cup was good for everyone. It’s not usually that noisy. My other group meets there once a week.
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rogermoorepoet
May 31, 2017 at 6:41 pm