Thistle and Crow

 Sarah Michaelson pinterest.com

Sarah Michaelson pinterest.com

The crow shrieks
Across the graying marsh
Not the love song of a beloved bird
But the railing of a greedy scavenger
Intent on warding off the competitor
Love gives what life can ill afford
While greed guards death
Till it grows lean

Even the thistle
In a hazy field of lavender
With its spiked blue wild flower
Knows a certain sort of grandeur
Yet not loveliness to be gathered
Its angry thorn as quick to prick
As lavender’s fragrant oil
Is wont to heal

Can an old crow
Be taught to sing a love song?
A thorny thistle allow itself to be
Gathered into a wedding bouquet?
Only in myth does nature change
There a beast discovers beauty
A white rose loses its thorn
I crow You thistle

Cape Cod – 2010

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Thistle and Crow

  1. we are our own myths

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  2. and even within our own selves we are conflicted . . .

    Like

  3. Talia Hardy says:

    Can an old crow
    Be taught to sing a love song? Oh how I like this line, Peter

    Liked by 1 person

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