May 10th, 2020


Poetry Fishbowl Update

I'm still writing, and have several obligatory pieces left to finish.

The prison education set of 6 poems has been sponsored by my parents.  I'll get that up when I can, but I need to focus on writing first.  Plus I have a Mother's Day poem to post.

Today is the last day for donations to count toward this fishbowl's tally.  If you're still shopping, now's the time.  There's not all that much left at present:
$46 -- "The Festival of Wine and Song"
$85 -- "If Someone Else Thinks You Can Do the Job"
$42 -- "Cooking Stones"


Today is cold, gray, and windy.

It's been an amazing day for birds.  I saw a female oriole in the forest garden!  :D 3q3q3q!!!  She is black and peach instead of black and orange, very pretty.  I thought the male had left, because I hadn't seen him in a couple of days, and I saw a catbird eating the orange.  But if there is a female then the male is probably still here too.  Also I saw a male and a female grosbeak, two male and one female goldfinches, and a small flock of cardinals.  Plus the usual sparrows, house finches, and doves.  The two squabs in the nest under the kitchen window are medium-size now.  Often we get birds just passing through, but with male and female pairs of both Baltimore orioles and rose-breasted grosbeaks, they may decide to nest here.  I am so excited!

It has been amusing to watch some the antics ...

All around the Celandine
The male dove chases the female.
That's the way the courting goes ...
PECK! goes the female.

I fed the birds.  I filled the hopper feeder with sunflower seed, filled the thistle sock, and put out a fresh orange.

We also cleared patio junk away from the pole that the internet technician will need to reach later.

EDIT 5/10/20 -- Round Two, we raked up a wheelbarrow of leaves and took it to the grass wall.  Then we shoveled ash out of the firepit and took that to the grass wall also.


Poem: "Better to Meet Danger"

This is a Mother's Day gift for my mom. It's spillover from the July 16, 2019 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] readera. It also fills the "storm chasing" square in my 8-2-19 card for the End of Summer Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes supervillains calling in a favor (as agreed, for legal weatherwork), underground lair, awkward social interactions, hurricane, exhausting weatherwork, caught under a tree (don't worry, they're fine other than a bit of scuffing), and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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