BIRD LORE
The Hawk Deck NOON
Do Birds Ever get Their Calls
Mixed Up
& Sing To The Wrong Mate?
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
June 23, 2014
OUR STAR
The Hawk Deck 10:25am
That Sun is dazzling again
out over the water
turning The Sea
into a shield of stars
tiny and profuse
June 22, 2014
MY WORD
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm
Hanging above My Front Door
is a sign
a command which reads:
“VIVRE”
a word I take to heart
for I have nearly died
June 22, 2014
TRIANGLE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:30pm
torn between standing poised
sitting cross-legged on the floor
or reclining
I hover in a triangle
of sun
June 22, 2014
BIRD SONG
The Hawk Deck 12:22pm
What makes a songbird sing?
What life force bursts forth
through every tune?
Is it a call to a mate
or simply the sound
of a beautiful morning?
June 21, 2014
THE LITTLEST ALIEN
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
When I met Him I wore a doeskin dress
with beads around My Neck
I held My Bow and Arrows
out for Him to see
He touched the points
with His Little Fingers
and smiled strangely
while from His Pocket
of Spandex product
He produced a flat-screen
TV device and took a picture
of Me
June 21, 2014
WHAT ARE WE?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm
If Human Beings
Are Stars, What Are Animals —
Star Dust Nebulae?
June 21, 2014
SEE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
When I close My Eyes
tightly
& lie in The Sun
I perceive a sea
of Red
When I loosen My Lids
I see mottled Silver
& as My Eyes squint open
I see The Rays
of My Enlightenment
June 20, 2014
HONOUR
June 19, 2014 The Hawk Dining Room
I have seen The Emblem
of Canada
before the pink sky
animated
by a song on the radio*
dancing
not to gusty wind
but toward a place
in My Mind
*Natasha Bedingfield “Unwritten”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 