Firebird

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Whidbey Rocks

On my morning walk, reflecting on the meaning of the Lunar Year of the Female Firebird, the corner of my eye noticed this beautifully painted rock an artist left in the woods for me to find. It may be a tufted puffin, on the endangered species list in Washington since 2015, or some other puffin. Regardless, it is the perfect rock shape for the subject and I was thrilled to find it.

Two new poems arrived through me this week.

Year of Female Red Firebird

Feathered flames,
Female power
Contained, warms faces in glow
Freed, disintegrates buildings and towers
Or a rigid place inside a heart
Where fear and illusion of control collide.
Leaves ashes churned in wind,
Readied for the ultimate power,
Something new.

 

Darkroom

Open heart’s door as you are able,
No more, no less often than you care.
The world is a mighty storm.
Welcome it as you would any beggar, any refugee.
Leave the world a better place for you in it.
Hear it, embrace it, witness it.
Practice cracking the door a minute, an hour, a day
So the faces of your darkroom guests are illuminated
Without destroying the film.

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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