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.
