3 Poems about a Grackle
#1
Cackling Cagliosteri
1 Jackdaw + a garroting grackle
Curly, curvy, cowlicked crow kin
With your
shiny mirror of ebony
gleaming as a likely undiscovered or impossibly Iris-colored opal.
A caballus, a caravan, a cavalcade
of Horse Sense
Glittering ruin in the barrenness’s wake
Gliiding, glistening and grandiose
Pyrollian governesses emerge from
Caverness pools
Rollicking brown shocks of
Chipmunk flavored thingnesses
Twiddledee dingly
through the St John’s Wort,
(A holy cartoon bush of decadent bobbles)
#2
Capall
The way you carry your baby’s poo is not common, Grackle.
Highly Civilized, rather.
And your blues, golds and magentas, astonishing
#3
Formula of Love
Courage, Beauty
The yellow circle of the Governess’s eye
Echoed in the bumblebee’s belts
I did write this out on a page
each word pulsed
like a basil bouquet
or a freshly pulled deep red carrot
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Footnote
*cagliosteri refers to followers of the magician Cagliostro
*Pyrollian refers to the paint color Orange Pyrrole. I likely might have rather spelled it Pyrrollian.
While publishing I decided to change the word grackle to Governess in the last poem. This is a bit confusing though it seemed right at the time, as earlier the Governesses are goldfish. I originally wrote this poem as a sort of “choose your own surrealist adventure” but it seemed too much trouble to type it into that possibly more desirable format. In writing it this way I kinda pinned it down so as to make it read less freely.