It makes your teeth feel good to say it: Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. It feels like eating peanuts. Try it.
Two Maggies today. I just love this Maggie Smith poem with its gold butterflies and shadows:
by Maggie Smith
When the girl leaves the mountain,
she is no longer a child,
but she has not outgrown the hawk.
She wears its shadow on her shoulder,
an epaulet. It bears the weight
of allegory. When the girl leaves
the mountain, it’s autumn,
so many yellow leaves on the gingko,
clusters of butterflies seem to cling
to each branch. Each time
the wind blows, a few take wing...
read the rest here (scroll to the bottom)
I love this (admittedly dark) Maggie Blake Bailey poem, too:
by Maggie Blake Bailey
...Years ago, I left to climb a glacier
in Alaska and learned how to cling
to the mountain, how to bracket...
read the whole thing here
Last day to turn in human rights poems!
Carol's Corner has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Carol!