Egret

Judith Beveridge

The egret hesitates before it steps

towards an insect - it seems to wear

its stillness like a corset. Its neck

a white ceramic towards which

its mirrored knees might genuflect.

Otherworldly, celibate -

oh, manicured object - you’re some

righteous sect’s uncharred lamp wick.

The last three lines of poem ( Read more... )

O California

Sarah Holland-BattI want to wake in the lagoon of the sky ( Read more... )

The Egret

Debbie Lim

Otherworldly, celibate--
oh, manicured object--you're some
righteous sect's uncharred lamp wick.--JUDITH BEVERIDGEShe holds the wick of her neck in place ( Read more... )

Less than a week into National Poetry Month and already I missed a day! Here's yesterday's poem, the last of five I found featuring herons and egrets.

Night Herons

Judith WrightIt was after a day's rain ( Read more... )

Egrets

Judith WrightOnce as I travelled through a quiet evening ( Read more... )

FORGOTTEN OBJECTS ON A BEACH

Patricia ExcellSea-smooth stones imprison a moon ( Read more... )

( The Orange Tree, John Shaw Neilson )

Stony Town
John Shaw NeilsonIf ever I go to Stony Town, I'll go as to a fair ( Read more... )

I found this in one of my library books.

Fencing School

John ManifoldWhite to the neck he glides and plunges ( Read more... )

A guy proposed marriage to me today. I was walking down the street, and he just yelled out, "Hey, lady! Do you want to marry me?" I laughed and blurted, "Are you crazy?" "Yeah, he's real crazy," said his friend, "that's why he needs someone to take care of him!" I pretended to be taken at that point, and just kept walking ( Read more... )