Clouds cast aluminum shadows along a plane
We watch yesterday cloak their flight
As we harrow the backyard
Toss old blueberries to the lizards and crows
Saint Patrick cast out snakes
Saint Kevin held nesting blackbirds
We hold out our hands, arms shaking, to see
If any tired blessing nestles against us.
Sharing with The Sunday Muse, who provided the image, above (Fledgling American Crow on Hand by Robert Langham)
-- Chrissa
He cast out the snakes and sent them all to Australia...Thanks St Patrick:)
ReplyDeleteHadn't realized that :( The snakes are still thriving in Texas, as well. :)
DeleteThis is so yummy to read after reading your story. Now my brain and I can imagine all sorts of theory about the man and the shadows.
ReplyDeleteThose first two lines really drew me in Chrissa! A wonderful evocative poem!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is beautiful. I will remember to hold my hand out next time I work in the garden.
ReplyDeleteWith a liddle loook you'll get it.
ReplyDeleteOh this is beautiful. I LOVE those two closing lines!!!
ReplyDeleteChrissa, Be careful of what may land in your hand!
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