Reading Seamus Heaney

I sit by the kitchen window

reading Seamus Heaney aloud

and I almost miss

the hummingbird sipping

the red and blue salvia,

clearly favoring the red,

but I see the movment

first and then look directly

at his fluttering wings keeping

his blue-green body,

a fine honed jewel in motion,

motionless, hovering like

a poem by Seamus Heaney.

I’m over at TweetSpeak Poetry today, with an article on Seamus Heaney, the Nobel Prize winner and master gem-cutter (poet). The article is a review of his Human Chain: Poems. Please visit TweetSpeak, and let me know what you think.

I’ll also be submitting this poem to Open Mike Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.