Solstice Eve
Barred owl calls before sunset,
who cooks for you, who?
Mockingbird sings into the night,
operatic medley of bird songs.
Who cooks for you, who?
Dad taught me that,
and the operatic medley of bird songs.
Mom taught me how to feed a crowd.
Dad taught me that
the world opens itself to open eyes.
Mom taught me how to feed a crowd,
how to improvise and make do.
The world opens itself to open eyes.
Tonight I saw my first firefly.
I’ve learned how to improvise and make do,
even when summer starts cold and wet.
Tonight I saw my first firefly.
Barred owl called before sunset.
Even when summer starts cold and wet,
Mockingbird sings into the dark.
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Wonderful pantoum. Love the contrast of what they taught you:
Dad taught me that
the world opens itself to open eyes.
Mom taught me how to feed a crowd,
how to improvise and make do.
This is beautiful! I especially like the specific lessons your parents taught. Works great as a pantoum begun with an owl call.
Great use of the form pantoum!
Anyone who talks about owls saying who cooks for you has me from the start. We had them in the tree line at my old house and I listened to them for years. I miss them since I moved to town. Wonderful poem.
I think the pantoum is my favorite form! I love how this one unfolded. Well done! It seems right to have a pantoum for the solstice.