Northern Parula Warbler
I am happy to introduce Wendy J. Herbert to readers in Maine. She moved to Portland about a year ago from California via New York. Wendy is a flutist as well as a poet and has published widely. Her poem makes us all dream of spring and I love the particulars of it, the way it shows us one of the miraculous creatures of nature in language that is compelling. There is great attention here which is a way of loving the world. And it makes me think of how Maine is a destination for migrating warblers, with Evergreen Cemetery in Portland a temporary resting place for these little songsters on their way further north to nesting grounds.
Betsy Sholl, MAJ Poetry Editor
Where do you put your eggs?
The nest you left is a mess.
There’s no fist of twigs
for you to set them in, no mud ledge
to keep fledges from falling,
only lichen, disheveled and shapeless,
as if you’d never seen one
cupped like the catbird’s, robin’s
or even the chipping sparrow’s lined
with horse hair from the Mize farm
where Cornelia lifted it
from a tree. Who would want
Someone who loves the way you nest
in flood rubble
trapped in a black gum’s branches?
Who admires your skein’s
elusive entrance hidden in the moss
of a tupelo tree? Or someone drunk
on your trill that sweetens
the canopy?—flash of breast
we squint to see among the leaves.
[Southern Poetry Review Vol. 55, No. 2]
Featured image at top: Karen Adrienne, “Nest” (from the Before Joy and Sorrow Series) 7″x7″ Intaglio, 2011