Bio Note: I am happy to be writing in the relatively cool spot, pandemic-wise, of northern New England. However, having a child still in college, we are grappling with pandemic issues just like the rest of the country. It is a comfort and joy to be part of a poetry community, full of thoughtful people. Most recent work is found on Verse-Virtual, Amethyst Review, Lifelines; forthcoming this winter will be a collection with Indolent Books.
Catching My Eye
Imagine a church pew lady’s glove. White lacy upturned palm, cupping bees and butterflies, swaying gently on long stem, leaves like feathers of a green bird. Many tiny blossoms together in a circle-burst of celebration decorating hot July fields, sharing wild ground with Bindweed, Black-eyed Susan. Call it “Queen Anne’s Lace”, “Bishop’s Lace”, “Wild Carrot”, “Bird’s Nest”. Call it summer time. Heat waving off pavement. Fields buzzing alive. Matured from tight cups to open parasols, floating in the sun like lily pads on a glinting pond, little flower-clouds. Clustered landing platforms for pollinators who flit between these blossom-spangled constellations in the sky of their field.
©2020 Marjorie Moorhead
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