(Songbirds, 1995, watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels)
Over at dversepoets pub, Victoria is presenting the lovely challenge of quadrilles, a poetry form of exactly 44 words. The key word is ‘sound’. I haven’t written many quadrilles, but today in searching for any inspiration, I thought of the many birds I hear during the day and night. Couldn’t fit in the hoot owls though, those scary little monsters of the night.
Lady Nyo
Day’s Symphony
I awake to the sound of raucous songbirds
Too near my bed.
Outside the rooster crows and crows,
Until I attend his sermon.
The hawks scream above the clouds,
Hunting horns with feathers.
At dusk, mourning doves
Deliver the benediction of night.
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2017
Tags: birds, d'versepoets pub, noisy birds., quadrilles
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May 22, 2017 at 8:29 pm
Love this… though I’m happy if there would be less sounds at 4 AM when dawn comes.
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May 22, 2017 at 8:31 pm
This is replete with the loveliest images, Jane. I especially love the doves benediction and awakening to the sounds of roosters. I’ve lived in 3 places that I could hear that crowing and you make me want that special experience once more. Don’t know if we are zoned for that though there are horses across the street and coyotes down by the river. So maybe chickens wouldn’t fare too well here.
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May 22, 2017 at 8:42 pm
I can relate to this one, so beautiful. I especially love the idea of the rooster’s sermon and mourning doves’ benediction.
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May 22, 2017 at 8:49 pm
This is great. I especially like this line: “Until I attend his sermon”
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May 22, 2017 at 8:53 pm
Interesting that sound equated to birdsong for so many of us! This is beautifully written.
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May 22, 2017 at 10:05 pm
This is just lovely, Loved the rooster and the sermon imagery.
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May 23, 2017 at 12:04 am
Lovely quadrille. Loved lines 3-4 and 7-8. 🙂
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May 23, 2017 at 1:01 am
I like the mourning doves delivering the final sermon. I haven’t thought about those in a while. You’re the only one that mentioned an evening song bird. Of course there’s grackles, but they’re not really great singers.
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May 23, 2017 at 1:52 am
Sounds like those birds all played their parts.
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May 23, 2017 at 1:59 am
Love the lines about the rooster crowing and crowing until you attend his sermon and then the mourning doves giving the benediction of night…a sweet thought.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:32 am
Thanks, Gayle….that rooster starts around 5am….yikes.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:33 am
LOL! Yep, and some out of tune.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:35 am
Those mourning doves start up around 7pm or a bit later. They come in early , well before the hoot owls. I would have liked to write about those little buggers, Walter, but they scare the hell out of me when they take up their oboes. Thank you for reading and your comment. I don’t think I have heard grackles….
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May 23, 2017 at 2:35 am
Thank you, Arcadia Maria. This was fun.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:36 am
LOL! Well, that rooster warms up the orchestra too damn early. LOL!
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May 23, 2017 at 2:42 am
Beverly, thank you. I did this so fast because I had nothing in the brain pan….didn’t even think that I would contribute to this prompt but Victoria I love and wanted to read. Thank you, Bev.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:47 am
That is the way I feel about this young rooster. Some of them can be mean, but this one is just so happy that his 6 hens have stopped beating him up. LOL!
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May 23, 2017 at 2:47 am
Thank you, Dr. Howe.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:51 am
Victoria, I take chances in the city. I’ve three miles from downtown Atlanta, and probably not zoned for chickens, but so it goes. We started to have a few chickens when our son was very young….”the 4 Little Women” our first hens….and then more and then less. We also have hawks and coyotes….urban area but we have squeezed out their territory so they take ours….and this is right and proper. My neighbors have adjusted to the rooster and there are a few up the street with the new, young pioneers who have started to move in the area. it takes the edge off the city with roosters….they are their own boom boxes. Thank you, Victoria.
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May 23, 2017 at 2:52 am
You get used to it, Bjorn, and when the electricity goes out, and the clocks stop, the rooster knows his job. LOL!
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May 23, 2017 at 3:23 am
Love your phrasing in this, particularly, ‘At dusk, mourning doves
Deliver the benediction of night.’
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May 23, 2017 at 3:43 am
Lucky you 🙂
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May 23, 2017 at 4:16 am
What?! I couldn’t stand that. Even I could hear a rooster at 5AM! 😀
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May 23, 2017 at 1:37 pm
LOL! Between the four dogs that insist on chasing rocks at 3am and that damn rooster, I get no sleep.
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May 23, 2017 at 1:38 pm
Thank you!
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May 23, 2017 at 5:06 pm
Yes! Love the mourning doves benediction.
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May 23, 2017 at 6:10 pm
Beautiful! I have been listening to the loud songs of the grosbeaks outside my window, and I love it!
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May 23, 2017 at 10:17 pm
Thank you, Teresa. I’m so shocked by what has happened in Manchester I can;t right now attend to poetry. children killed. What the Hell is this world coming to?
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