My poem, “Primal,” received the runner-up award in the Chattanooga Writers’ Guild’s July Contest “Days in the Sun. It was published, following the winning poem, on the Guild Website and in the Chattanooga Pulse,
I am pleased to republish my poem “Primal” here, followed by three other recent poems.
Primal Pitcher plants and sundew dine on bugs as gulls arrive from the Great Lakes to startle me. Their cries awaken my joy in all flying things. Fish shatter my reflection in the pond’s mirror. Herons stalk them on the sun-bleached shoreline. I feel a kinship with herons and kingfishers. I stir with primal hunting urge. Rewilding, perhaps feral, I cast my line. With skill, I may eat well. 21st Century Inferno The umbrellas of the Riviera are not enough protection as travelers flee the fires of Greek islands and interior forests. I ponder the wisdom of longleaf pine and wiregrass. Like ponderosa pines, they have learned to live with fire. I dreamed I saw the longleaf dancing in the fire as they often do. I wonder if the gopher tortoises could dig deep enough to escape the heat and welcome indigo snakes, who make homes in their borrows. Hoping for respite, I seek the icy waters of the River Styx but find she has flowed too close to Phlegethon. Steam rises from her shores as mining companies reconsider Greenland because the ice sheet is retreating. Remnants flee the Asteroid Many of us died in the superheated steam that rose from the crater as others turned to ash. The heat melted rock that flew into the sky and fell to earth. Some ash escaped the atmosphere, but that is not my story of flight from fire and seeking cooler waters. Men tell stories of a distant relative in Scotland. Perhaps a close cousin. The escape was narrow. Only a few of us are here in Lake Champlain to carry on the line, perhaps others across the pond. Survival requires a herd, or, if you will, a school, and I am not alone. Mockingbird Mockingbird has no song of his own. He mimics every bird that flies by. Like some people I know, the mockingbird remembers and repeats idle gossip.