In addition to Poetry Friday, one of my favorite places to hang out is Ethical ELA during the monthly Open Write. This month we were hosted by Stacey Joy and Seana Hurd Wright.
I am sharing three poems I wrote in response to their prompts.
I Believe in Morning
reflections
bayou glows
heron hunts
chickadee
dee-dee-dees
feeder swings
doodle curls
on my lap
All is well
“Let us open and open without knowing how” Billy Merrell from “Moth” ( found in Dictionary for a Better World)
Like the butterfly in spring, Let
your heart know the us
of the universe: We open
the screen door and
swallowtail flies to the open
skies without
anyone holding on or even knowing
where it was going, just how.
St. James Tricube
In this place
veil lifted
parting kiss
In this place
holy water
baby blessed
In this place
ashes laid
eternal rest
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Reflections on the Teche 
St. James! Be still, my heart. Perfect poem for the church of my childhood, too.
What a lovely snapshot of morning and I loved the swallowtail. Gets me hopeful for spring despite the 24″ of snow we got! Your St. James tricube captured so much in so few words. I could just see each moment. Thanks for hosting, Margaret!
Lovely poems, all. And what a wonderful swallowtail! Enjoyed the vivid images in your morning poem. 🙂 Thanks for hosting this week.
Thanks for this rich post Margaret, all the birds, and images—I especially like your “Let us open and open without knowing how” its lovely! Thanks also for hosting!
A delightful intermingling of words and images, Margaret. Enjoy the diverse forms you employed and the resultant words. Particularly like your butterfly image and poem. Magnificent swallowtail. Thanks also for hosting, Margaret.
Thank you for hosting! This month’s of Open Write was productive for you! That tricube is so special to leave on. All those very sacred emotions in such a sacred space. I love the flowers at St. James.
Those were the flowers for my mother’s funeral. Thanks!
Your poem shows how your home church really is a home, Margaret. Thanks for all the poems and for hosting xo
Your Church must feel your family’s love & devotion – the Tricube is deeply heartfelt. Swallostail Midwife you Are – again, I believe! And tho I’m writing this at nite, morning is my Fine Time, too, especially in Nature. Lovely to just stop by [ don’t have a new post from last time…} Take Good Care.
Oh, Margaret, so beautiful! I love these sweet small poems that say so much in so few words. And the photos! They add so much. I especially loved seeing your swallowtail ready to head out the screen door. My favorite is probably the St. James tricube. The /s/ sounds and rhymes, the succinct capturing of the place, and the photo adds so much too. Thank you for hosting today!
Thank you for sharing all this poetry goodness and for hosting us. The tricube is wonderfully moving.