Motherhood poetry, week 9

with Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush”

Over at Poetry for Life, we continue the Hero’s Poetry Journey, motherhood-style, with allies. We all need ’em. Where do we get ’em? My allies are always birds.

If you’ve been to my homepage, you know I have a link to my Soundcloud, where I recie Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush,” the poem we’re sitting with, learning with, and writing with this week. That darkling thrush speaks to me of “joy illimited” and “some blessed Hope.”

But today it’s July, and not much darkness or very many thrushes. My ally today is a brighter, smaller bird than Hardy’s. But because his lines rhyme and sing, I had to write a quatrain instead of a haiku for the hummingbird that has brought such busy comfort, of late.

The bird came from 290-East
To pause in a red oak tree
He opened wide his blue-tinged wings
And sang some Hope for me