Category Archives: Blue Heron

A Light Wind Whispering

The August marshes matted by blue herons Passing from slow channel to slow channel In daily pursuit of the tides’ swell and decline Are scrawled between fields and the sea Cattails are thin pencil strokes slanting now In a light … Continue reading

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The Feet of Blue Herons

If you happen to live in another town, Or country, or even galaxy As dim and distant in time as in space From these words, this language, the narrow Range of pitch across its plosive phonemes, Do not worry if … Continue reading

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Looking West Across the Marsh, Late Afternoon

The herons are preliminary Scrawls, penciled faint against the sky, Most with their bodies tilted at forty-five Degrees to the imaginary Horizon at the vanishing point, Gliding in on barely discernible arcs; Two are turning and curling their wings In … Continue reading

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Until I Swept

I went looking for another Poem for you. I searched everywhere: In the tang of marshes open To the sea; in the billowing Clouds spread across a winter sky; In the neck of a blue heron, Curved, questioning water. I … Continue reading

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Let Great Wings Descend

Morning and evening clocks constrict the day. If time must be measured measure it by when The blue heron’s shadow darkens the bay. Do not appoint an hour in which to play At work or work at love, sleep or … Continue reading

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Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening

  Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening Maybe you’ve seen him by the harbour in the south wind, listening, trying to hear over waves the distant fugue whale pods still continually compose off Chile in groans of carbon compressing … Continue reading

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September Thoughts (poems from old notebooks, Sept. 17, 2004)

We’ve grown older and more fond of solitude. But we still sit together sometimes in the evening And watch gulls silhouetted against the sun— It’s true many things can look black from here, But it’s not difficult where we live. … Continue reading

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Sometimes, Eating Sushi

Sometimes eating sushi the soy sauce splashes, foams, and is these warm, shallow South Shore waters stirred dark and fertile by wind, waves, rhythmic tides— I become the ungainly blue heron wading at the sea’s edge in the fading evening … Continue reading

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Watching the Curtains in the Morning

Thin gauze curtains move in the window. Mist on the harbour stirred by a heron’s wings. The wind in the night splashed the sea on the rocks. The taste of salt on your spine. Purple asters dot the end of … Continue reading

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The Heron of Ahmon Katz, Water and Queen

So Charlottetown finally has a blue heron sculpture, thanks to Island sculptor Ahmon Katz. It was commissioned last winter by the City of Charlottetown and the PEI Council of the Arts and was installed this week. I wandered by yesterday, … Continue reading

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Early September Frost

This one’s a response of sorts to Andrew Griffin’s much more concise poem, “The long-dead stars though nameless.” Early September Frost Really, Winter? Five nights since September began and already you’re breathing down our necks from where you lurk between … Continue reading

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Until the Rain Stops (the landscape triptych as screenplay) (poems from old notebooks, July 2008)

I wrote this one after watching the Blink episode of Doctor Who. It was the hospital scene that drove it; the sound of the rain in that scene just would not leave my head. And now you know as much … Continue reading

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Stiff-legged as the Heron

You must get up early to see the harbour muzzled with fog, the gulls silent white smears on rocks ringing its shores, only the occasional blue heron’s deep striated croak sounding as mist swirls to reveal briefly the stiff-legged gait … Continue reading

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Gulls at Evening, Late Summer

Gulls at Evening, Late Summer Mid-August and just enough chop in the harbour from the southwest wind so it’s hard to distinguish between feeding gulls, whitecaps Even when they flock to rest briefly in the lee of the spit, gulls … Continue reading

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At Sunset

This one’s from last September. At Sunset At sunset, the blue heron’s long-legged hunger stalks the foam-flecked tide

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The Harbour in July

The summer mudflat squabbles between crows and gulls never end, but blue herons keep feeding—they know nothing is so black or white.

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