who will bring me butterflies now
in this time of spring peepers and crocuses
before anything opens?
I will watch for you and maybe
see something very much like an angel
but drunk and dirty
whose prayer shakes a fist at god
cursing sky in language earlier than babel
stooping to pick fiddleheads
in these woods, thick-fingered
before staggering towards
some possible heaven
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oh such good poetry!
Thank you so much!
I agree with Belinda, “Such good poetry!”
Thank you, Starralee (blushing now!)
And that blush looks so pretty on you! By the way, you can just call me Starr, if you want to save some typing.
“excursus” nice!
Thank you!
Sigh.
Drunk and dirty angels… quite an image, SD. I wonder if I qualify… not likely.
I much appreciated the poem, and much appreciated the love for Mr. GGM. He will be so missed.
Trent, if you have not read it, I recommend “A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings”
The “angel” is from that story. In fact, he is the whole story.
I could see you shaking your fist at the sky and cursing it in some primal language.
I have not read it, Susan, and now will.
Yes, I don’t mind shaking my fist at the sky, but the primal language comes easier after the scotch is down to about three fingers from bottom.
The scotch does help out with that 😉 Maybe even 5-6 Labatt’s blue would do it?
Labatt’s Blue? No one drinks that stuff up here!
LOL, mebbe not, but I like it.
You are a strange strange creature, Daniels.
Yep. Did you like the story?
Haven’t read it yet, got caught up in the madness of work. But I’m taking some time off this week and will give it the time it deserves.
Here:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WD0f_YhxqZO8avsfAmPtA2ngivbyqwJxY17XdBk2iyY/edit?pli=1
I’m going to save this for tonight. Thank you Susan.
My pleasure. It was great to read it again.
Wow, I loved that line
“cursing sky in language earlier than babel”
Oh, thank you so much!