Labyrinths and Very Small Suns

My youngest egg flew out of the nest
and joined the circus.
She traveled the galaxy
collecting labyrinths of reflections;
and very small suns.

When our breasts next filled with spring song,
her big brother joined a marching murder.
“Your instrument will carry its own weight!” I tweeted,
before his wit could decide to explore irony.
His phone was set to vibrate, but I know he got it.

Still… I’ve smelled the tune of hard metal
creeping towards his window nest.

Process Note: a “murder” is a band of crows. Yes, I just wanted to type that so that I could say it aloud in my head. Few things are as cool as a murder of crows. Well, perhaps an unkindness of ravens comes close… but just barely.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 16 – Flying Out of this World: Write a poem where the speaker travels to a parallel, but infinitely remote, universe.

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (What’s Your Vision)

Cosmic Galaxy Egg and Bird's Nest“Birds Nest”, by David Hess; and “Cosmic Galaxy Egg”, by Andrew Logan (I couldn’t find the name of the piece that resembles a string instrument gone wild… Anyone?). I borrowed the image from ARTSblog.

45 thoughts on “Labyrinths and Very Small Suns

  1. Not that I’m obsessing about the garden…but I tottaly read your title as “Ladybirds and very small slugs” lol….and as hubby used to work with it, I can fully appreciate the “…smelled the tune of hot metal” XXX

  2. Love the characters here. I know a murder is a bunch of crows, but the way you use it in the poem I imagined he had joined an organized gang like an army. Cicus and army make a great contrast! The daughter’s trip reminds me of a novel I read long ago called “The Merro Tree” Do you know it? I believe the author was Katie Wakeman or Waitman.

  3. This is ironic and also cutting in its observations, with a definite far-away feel that nonetheless hits home. I love that picture too–especially the cello–wt???–anyway, hope to write to your challenge Magaly, after I finish up my sweep of Follies.

    ‘Murder of crows’ is classic, and also, ‘congress of baboons. ‘ ;_)

  4. Oh I just love this poem! It really captures the wild spirit of the works at AVAM. I love the phrase “marching murder!” I imagined an organized gang of crows carrying knives and guns swaggering down the street! Thanks for participating!

  5. This is delightful…..! 😀
    Loved the opening lines:

    My youngest egg flew out of the nest
    and joined the circus.
    She traveled the galaxy
    collecting labyrinths of reflections;
    and very small suns.

    The way you managed to write about two things using one picture is genius!
    Loved it 😀
    xoxo

  6. The way you have used the nest as a metaphor for something more is definitely intriguing.. I used it as well but my take was very different.. the murder I knew.. what do you call two crows sitting on a bench? — attempted murder 🙂

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