Monday, March 30, 2009

False hope and real

The cats and I, we watch
the redpolls through the window
and our jaws clack
with delight as they fluff
their feathers plump
as grouse and gorge themselves
with seeds.

The redpolls, they eye the cats
and I through the window
chuckling at our captivity
and their song rises
low to high
as they stretch grey wings
taut, lifting bindi brows
and speckled breasts
into the infinite sky.

Rachel Westfall
March 30, 2009


Zack soars :) said...

"chuckling at our captivity"--Love it!

We (humans) live in our own little prisons. Our freedom; our wildness--lost long ago as we (evolved?)...soar-on; spread your wings ;)

Woman in a Window said...

I really enjoy the language of this one. Best read out loud. thanks.

jozien said...

Oh Rachel!!
Zack, i was going to say the same thing.
I like to add; i do feel some times i am soaring. And want to add one line I borrowed from Willem; "How long can, 40 kilometers of soaring, go on?"

colleen said...

My favorite part: our jaws clack
with delight as they fluff
their feathers plump
as grouse and gorge themselves
with seeds.

That is fun to read and say.

kelly said...

We are the ones captive, and captivated, aren't we?


christopher said...

Bird Questions

He came and asked me
what's with the glass? He sometimes
forgets it's there. It's
against nature, he
says adamant and angry, but then
he admits we are
better off inside
where we do so much less harm
than we otherwise

nollyposh said...

Oh how i ~love~ the little birds X:-)

Poetikat said...

I love that "lifting bindi brows". I never get redpolls here, but the goldfinches are starting to turn yellow again.
I get that "our jaws"; it's hard to resist impersonating the cats isn't it?


Diane Vogel Ferri said...

Lovely poem. I am endlessly fascinated by the birds.

Ghost Dansing said...

three little birds

Karen said...

I really like how you've given both perspectives without judgment, but those birds lifting their songs low to high and flying off in triumph is spectacular. As much as I love cats, I always root for the birds.

Julie said...

I love the perspective of the birds as they chuckle at the narrator and the cats. Wonderful language, and I especially love that second stanza and the "infinite sky." I can picture those birds soaring! Beautiful, beautiful:)

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

This made me want to sing and soar...

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the point of view in this poem, nicely thought provoking. i haven't seen redpolls for a long time.

RachelW said...

Thanks so much, everyone! I really appreciate your kind comments.

I think Christopher has put a delightful perspective on this, looking through the other side of the glass. We are a bit foolish inside our fishbowls, aren't we? Especially when we kid ourselves into thinking we are somehow in control of things.

RachelW said...

Ghost- Every little thing is gonna be alright! :)

Vesper said...

What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful poem!

Catvibe said...

Wonderful! I love bindi brows! And I think about this scenario often. Great!