Crowns

November comes to an end

A crown of snow on gutters edge

I break icicles overhead

Lest my crown drip ruby red

Time to seed the frozen ground

To feed whatever birds be found

Be it Chicadee or Cardinal crowned

Birds are hungry year-round

dversepoets.com Quadrille Monday. Word is crown. I needed something light today.

picture is of my lethal icicles overhead this morning after our first snowfall.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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25 Responses to Crowns

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Yeesh. Those DO look lethal! You’ve woven them into your poem beautifully. Love all the uses of the word!

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  2. rothpoetry says:

    A great poem. I love the icicles in the photo. Good you broke them off!

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  3. Frank Hubeny says:

    There is a nice sound in these lines of generosity to the birds. I like the internal rhyme on “seed” and “feed”:
    “Time to seed the frozen ground
    To feed whatever birds be found”

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  4. Ron Rowland says:

    An excellent read
    I do not miss the lethal icicles of the north.

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  5. Gillena Cox says:

    Wow!!! What a splendid photo.
    Lovely poem after your iciciles morning inspiration.

    Much💜love

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  6. I’m certainly not looking forward to the winter season. Nicely done poem.

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  7. K.Hartless says:

    Truth. Winter is coming and all of us must get our stores ready of whatever will nourish us.

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  8. Ain Starlingsson, forestbathing hermit says:

    A very nice quadrille…the blood from the crown also metaphoric, if we do not care about the environment or nature around us…yes the birds…they work hard and winter is tough. Chairman Mao designated them ‘parasites’ in China in the early 70s, eating too much grain for free etc…and a huge campaign was set about to eliminate all birds. People banged pots and pans on balconies and streets to stop them landing, and millions of birds died from exhaustion in midnight. The lack of birds meant a huge insect population got to all foodstuffs…

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  9. Mary, I really like how you used the word in this poem – it’s not the focus of the poem at all – just naturally a small part of the entire scene that you’ve set…


    David

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  10. merrildsmith says:

    Oh someone really could get hurt by those icicles, but you are so right about the birds! Lovely.

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  11. 😳🥺 Wow, I never heard that story. How awful! To destroy the needy so you don’t have to give. What a travesty! Thank you for sharing that. I shall feed them extra this morning!

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  12. Yikes! Beware those icicles and avoid that red-stained crown!

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  13. Good reminder, the bids need to be fed.

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