Friday, May 19, 2006

Poem

I haven't written much for so long. I hope you enjoy it.


Drawing a Bird

Step off something high.
Hold your 2B aloft - downward strokes
for the stretch of the wing.

Pressing hard
to bring out the tiny, weightless bones
thin as sewing pins.

The beak slightly hooked when closed
or a thin petal pink tongue
for warbling.
A negative space when open -
the same shape as a roof over a house.

Draw up sharply
towards the feathery throat.
Each plume running in the one direction

ruffled by
buffeted by -invisible trade winds

Pencil and bird are born aloft.

Legs are easy.
And if you turn the paper over
you can trace
something like a mountain range
with your thumb.

3 comments:

sarah said...

lovely fran...

Lily said...

but did you draw the bird? Where is he/she?

Lovely :)

Megan said...

Great poem. I did enjoy it, very much.

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  • Saturday by Ian McEwan
  • Philip Larkin: A Writer's Life by Andrew Motion
  • The Bell Jar by Syliva Plath
  • Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman
  • Stasiland by Anna Funder

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