Happy Poetry Friday!
I ‘m continually taken by our fine feathered Downy woodpecker friends. They don’t fly away and come back, but take residence here all winter long. Last week I heard an unfamiliar bird call I was trying to place and eventually discovered it was the Downy woodpecker. I’m still not sure if it was the Dad or the offspring, but I have a hunch it was Dad, and he sure captured my attention…
BACKYARD DOWNY WOODPECKER
Persistent call, baby pecker or parent?
Perhaps baby but your
knock, knock, knocking
gives dad downy away.
Where are you?
I search, and search, and search…
April leaves still sparse, aids tracking your location.
Finally—I find you…
There you are,
mottled black and white beauty
splashed with red crescent-ring round your head’s edge.
Compact, fluffy-feathered contrasts of nature’s perfection.
I spy you,
pecking in that uncanny-curve of your tree.
Using your Teflon-tough weathered beak
to break away bark and dig out delectable treats!
Binoculars bring us closer together,
topflight doorstep view for doting on you.
Camera can’t telephoto and capture your grandness
but my mind’s eye keeps you in my imagination.
© 2021 Michelle Kogan
Here’s some activity and faint calls from some Downy woodpeckers.
I thought I’d also share Margarita Engle’s poem, DRUM DREAM GIRL. It ‘s drumming and booming, ties in with a woodpecker, and she has a woodpecker in her poem clacking away.
DRUM DREAM GIRL
By Margarita Engle
On an island of music
in a city of drumbeats
the drum dream girl
of pounding tall conga drums
tapping small bongó drums
and boom boom booming
with long, loud sticks
on big, round, silvery
on the island of music
in the city of drumbeats
believed that only boys
should play drums
so the drum dream girl
had to keep dreaming
At outdoor cafés that looked like gardens
she heard drums played by men
but when she closed her eyes
she could also hear
her own imaginary
When she walked under
wind-wavy palm trees
in a flower-bright park
she heard the whir of parrot wings
the clack of woodpecker beaks
the dancing tap
of her own footsteps
and the comforting pat
of her own
At carnivals, she listened
to the rattling beat
Read the rest of her poem here
Here’s a haiku poem from the gorgeous blooming peach trees in my neighborhood.
pink peach blossoms
reach towards sky and release
© 2021Michelle Kogan
I have a new Azalea’s Mother’s Day Card in my Etsy Shop…
Jama Rattigan at her blog Jama’s Alphabet Soup is our hostess with the mostest for this week’s Poetry Friday roundup, thanks for hosting Jama! Jama’s laid a festive table for us with mouth watering cake, fruits, and tea! She’s also serving up a poem about poetry from UK’s past Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy, be sure to stop by!
Visit Susan Bruck’s Blog Soul Blossom Living for the NPM Kidlitosphere Roundup, and Margaret Simon’s blog Reflections on the Teche for a schedule of poets participating in the 2021 Progressive Poem.
Happy Poem Reading…
Your Downy Woodpecker Poem captured your moments with it perfectly. Such a lovely poem, Michelle.
What a lovely visit here today with woodpeckers hiding for you to find and beautiful Mother’s Day flowers. Margarita Engle is a favorite!
Love your downy poem and painting, Michelle. We have resident downies here too, only they like to peck on our house and sometimes drive us crazy. 😀 And thanks for sharing Margarita’s exquisite poem.
Love April’s Wonder Puffs. Sadly our lovely spring blossoms are being buried in a random snowstorm here in Boston today. I wonder where our resident Downy’s are hiding out? I love their constant presence and chatter in our apple tree. Thank you, Michelle!
We have a woodpecker too! And you really caught that lovely dappled feather pattern.
I have those Downy woodpeckers, too, Michelle & only see them at the feeder. They must blend in well in the trees. I love that you have a peach tree blooming & “wonder-puffs”. We are so behind!
You spring’s wonder-puffs go quite well with my snowfluff !! Thanks for the woodpecker and Margarita as well. Beautiful all! xo
Your card is gorgeous, as is your woodpecker. I love them too and often hear them hammering nearby. Your poem captures their sturdy nature and Engle’s captures the sturdy nature of girls with a dream.
I have the same issue with trying to capture birds with my camera and having to be content with them in my imagination! 🙂 So much beauty in this post!
Your card is beautiful. Your downy woodpecker poem is compelling and Margarita’s poem is terrific. I am going to head to your Etsy store to see what else is there. I am sure I will find something I just have to have!!
Janet Clare F.
Love your downy woodpecker card–and teflon-tough beak is a great description for those peckers! We’ve been having fun watching downies in our yard too.
Oooh, splashed with red crescent-ring–love that!
Great post, Michelle. Last summer, we had pileated woodpeckers nesting in a hole in one of our trees! Boy, those babies were noisy and hungry. Now some of the birds come to our feeder for seeds. I love their drumming sound — wonderful to pair that with Margarita’s poem.
Great pairing of poems! I love the last stanza of the first one — I can SO relate! I take many “memory photos” that can’t be captured by a camera!!
Michelle, you tapped my curiosity leading me to find other woodpecker sounds and comparing it to what I hear on nature trails in Virginia. I love the sound and hope that Sierra and I can find more woodpecker sounds. I want to read her your poem before we take our next walk. I am told that a sleepover will be our next treat. Your woodpecker image is just beautiful and so is your card.
Thanks Carol, hope you and Sierra discover many bird songs while walking!
I’m over the moon when I spy a woodpecker. It’s a rare occurrence, so it feels very special when I do. (Your Downy watercolor is gorgeous!) What a great idea to pair your woodpecker poem with Drum Dream Girl!