PF: Pandemic Morning




Pandemic morning


I wake briefly
longing for tranquility
drift back
into uneasy sleep.


My eyes open to
amber beauty–
antique glass
transforming sun rays
into wavery blocks–
an ephemeral Mondrian canvas
painted on my wall.


in the garden
a warbler lies
Cupped in my hands
his speckled breast and
olive feathers
No echo of warmth.


From within the apple tree
the hermit thrush
sings a haunting melody
then hovers
beneath the suet,
wings outspread.

or crucifixion?

© Molly Hogan, 2020 (draft)

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Jama Rattigan is hosting this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup at her blog, Jama’s Alphabet Soup. Pour yourself a cup of coffee or tea and settle in for a delicious post!

25 thoughts on “PF: Pandemic Morning

  1. Linda Mitchell says:

    Oh, definitely a benediction! Lovely poems, Molly. That amber window just steals my heart. I can’t help it. There’s something about all that window has seen and knows that calls to me…and the beautiful color. I have so enjoyed writing in community with #poemsofpresence. It feels like hugs — almost as good as hugs. One silver lining in this crazy time.

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    • mbhmaine says:

      Thanks, Linda. I have to say, my husband wasn’t thrilled with the camera whirring in our room at dawn, but I couldn’t resist. It was such a stunning sight. I’m fascinated by the antique windows as well and the color was unbelievable!


  2. jama says:

    An emotive, thought provoking poem that contrasts those life vs. death thoughts we’re currently having. Beauty/hope juxtaposed with despair. That first stanza describes me to a “t” every morning . . .

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  3. macrush53 says:

    What a shot. I like the contrasts in this poem. Love the second stanza.

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  4. lindabaie says:

    Molly, I hope you’re entering your photos. They are fabulous. I do love seeing what you share on twitter. The juxtaposition of life and death is particularly poignant now.

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  5. katswhiskers says:

    Your poems have a poignant honesty that the world can relate to. Your hermit thrush pic is pure grace! (Also, suet? As in fat?) And your warbler, so beautifully written. You have a deft touch, Molly. xx

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    • mbhmaine says:

      Thanks so much, Kat! Suet is a mixture of fat and seed to attract birds. This hermit thrush was a new visitor this year and had the oddest way of approaching the feeder. I found it fascinating!


  6. maryleehahn says:

    The photo and these words “an ephemeral Mondrian canvas” are simply perfect. What an evocative morning, all colored by “Pandemic,” as everything is these days…

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  7. Wow. What a stunning photo and sharp, small poems. So precise. Loved all of this!

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  8. margaretsmn says:

    Such amazing beauty in your words. I love how you translate your photos into poems of presence, never leaving out any detail.

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  9. Heidi Mordhorst says:

    That photo is astonishing, Molly. All four parts combine to produce a poignant bitter-gorgeous morning chronicle. Nice!

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  10. Your art (in photos and poetry) is transformative, Molly. I’ve so enjoyed reading your poems of presence on Twitter too.

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  11. cvarsalona says:

    Molly, your #PoemsofPresence on Twitter have been so beautiful. IV. is new to me and I do enjoy your presentation:
    the hermit thrush
    sings a haunting melody (a lovely description)
    and then the ending
    or crucifixion?
    This leads to pondering…

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  12. Karen Edmisten says:

    Oh, Molly, your photos and the poem are stunning. I feel pierced. You’ve captured the spectrum of emotions, the uncertainty and spikes of each day.

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