I heard your call before you appeared
mystical bird of the north.
Your haunting, plaintive song
echoed across the still lake.
Striking a regal pose, head held high,
in formal black and white attire,
your doppelgänger perfectly reflected in the water.
You called again, and your mate arrived
Together you dove for dinner
and I waited … and waited … and waited …
At last, you broke the surface –
right in front of me.
Your intense red eyes met my curious green ones
for a magical moment we connected.
IMAGE: painting copyright Wendie Donabie
This poem is lovely, it tells a story and gives the reader a connection to the moment and to something greater about human respect and reverence for nature. Your painting is fab – what talent!
Thanks so much Katrina!
Fabulous poem…I had no idea you were such a talented writer too!
Thanks so much Catherine! <3
Wendie, this is so haunting. Ekphrastic!
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Don’t we all need magic?
What I enjoy is how you find the magical in ordinary days, experiences we can point to and say, “Yes, that’s part of my world, too.” My favorite part is “Your intense red eyes met my curious green ones” because of that wonderful connection. I also appreciate your contrast between stillness and action — a very effective counter-point, indeed!
Thank you so much Jan… I really loved writing this one.
Makes me remember and miss the calls of loons on the lake in Michigan.
Thanks Kris… It is a beautiful sound
I concur with all the previous comments – a visual and magical moment captured perfectly! I especially appreciated the connectivity between you and Nature!
Thanks Cristy!!!
“your doppelgänger perfectly reflected in the water.”
best line, love it.
i like what you are doing here. i hear a call and response with the end lines like- as you usually hear them in pairs. don’t know if you noticed it or intended it but; still lake, attire, dinner, held high- all counterbalance the other endings-
like the call or the echo of a call of a loon at dusk.
Thank you so much for your insightful comments…<3