Monday, December 5, 2011

Pretty Glass Jars and Black Delights

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964 (Tess Kincaid)
  













They are doing what they must do
to keep themselves alive.
I entice them to this place -
buy their loyalty
with tubes of flower seeds;
watch life through my window,
drink in their energy of purpose,
intensity in pursuit of a mission.

The scene never varies:
chickadees and titmice in uniform,
nuthatches approaching upside down,
best equipped to spear the black delights
in the narrow glass cylinders.
I wait for the flash of fire to appear –
the different one who will claim the top
of the shepherd’s crook hanger,
master of all he sees; first at dawn, last at dusk.

I have armed myself
against greedy squirrels,
who, in their bushy beauty,
have become rodents in burgeoning numbers.
I cast pebbles, collected in a pretty glass jar;
kept on the windowsill as weapons, to terrorize
these intruders doing what they must do
to keep themselves alive.


Posted for
Magpie Tales #94
and
D'verse Poets
Open Link Night 21

19 comments:

  1. Ah, that's a fresh way to see the prompt. Once you have said it, I see how they look like birds, the similarities.

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  2. And your final lines - 'doing what we must'

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  3. def a fresh take...unique...i like it...just wing it by the squirrels though, they are friends of mine...smiles....very nice write...

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  4. Pesky little squirrels, I have more than several methods of keeping them at bay. Loved how you described seeds as 'black delights.' As always, you delight us.

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  5. Exquisitely crafted poem, Ann-- powerful extended metaphor revealing your gifted imagination--xxxj

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  6. An unexpected interpretation of the picture, but delightful. Drat those squirrels.

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  7. This is a stupendous interpretation. Very clever. Love the metaphor of the birds. It is totally appropriate. So good!

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  8. A brilliant and surprising interpretation of the painting - a powerful metaphor with sinister undertones - full of layers of meaning - one of the things I admire about your poetry Ann.

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  9. ...doing what they must do to keep themselves alive...think we all have our ways in doing what keeps us alive...deep and thought provoking with lots of open space to ponder..

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  10. was nice to stop in again for OLN...hope that you are having a lovely day.

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  11. I cast pebbles, collected in a pretty glass jar;
    kept on the windowsill as weapons, to terrorize
    these intruders doing what they must do
    to keep themselves alive.

    ...very, very intriguing. I understand and sympathize and at the same time, hope "they" escape. (but then I chopped down a HUGE tree once just because it was access to our homes roof)

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  12. They are doing what they must do

    Just like the diners! Interesting Magpie interpretation. ♥

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  13. Lovely layered work, Ann, tongue in cheek but sober enough, too, when the picture's considered.

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  14. Love how you weaved the critters in. But just know if those squirrels raid your garabage bin. Out the cat will come and make sure to lower their sum..haha

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  15. Life from a window. If the squirrels are there, the birds probably won't be. I get the feeling throwing pebbles are futile; squirrels can't be stopped if they think the food is there for the taking. Much underlying meanings and thoughts in this one.

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  16. Lovely work! Your poetic voice is lovely--clear and colorful And I love the last stanza!

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  17. What a wonderful interpretation - tweeting in a row

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