On top of the roof
I lashed my bed
with tape and wire
to the chimney-stead,
so I can climb out
when the sun dips west
to sleep among stars
in a Milky Way nest.
Now I roost with ravens
and soar with owls
in dreams of the hunt
of the shrew and mouse
under meteor showers
where comet trails burn,
then crow with the roosters
when morning returns—
And nobody knows but me.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Patricia Franz at Reverie this week. Read about this year’s National Writing Project—WRITE OUT. The theme this year is Awaken the Senses.
Love the pace of your poem and the dreaminess of a Milky Way nest that nobody knows about!
ReplyDeleteI love the dreamy quality of your poem. I was right there roosting with ravens and soaring with owls. : )
ReplyDeleteMagical poem! Great last line. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful imaginings! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteLove the thought, and the "Milky Way nest"!
ReplyDeleteDoida, that is so fun! I love the dream-like poem. I'm loving the idea of actually nesting up on my roof and watching all the goings on in the galaxies and with the birds. Wonderful playful thoughts it evokes.
ReplyDeleteThe perfect dream!
ReplyDeleteA Milky Way nest! So inviting!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the magical journey… Reminds me a bit of Emily Dickinsons, "I’m Nobody! Who are you?" Fun Blog site too.
ReplyDeleteCharming!
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