Abecedarian fragment
Joining
’s abecedarian poetry carnival with a little fragment because writing a whole abecedarian poem felt like too much. (Before these lines came to me I spent much of a day trying to stitch together an abecedarian cento out of verses from the psalms and other readings from my breviary, I’m not exactly sure why, but my brain got stuck in hyperfocus mode.)These lines were inspired by a set of photographs I took last week when the girls and I went to the Museum of Fine Arts to see the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibit. As we were waiting on the platform for the Green Line train home, I noticed a nest in the small tree that was overhanging the platform. Enchanted with nest and tree and thinking I might like to paint them at some point, I snapped several photographs. (Coming out of the museum I always find myself pulling out my camera, wanting to frame the world.)
above the tracks bird's nest catches my eye delicate edifice fringed in plastic and paper. gone are the birds. no longer hidden the nest in its once-leafy bower. just bare sticks, knotty fingers, cradle this lonely nest.
That’s lovely. I fell asleep and forgot to submit my abecedarian. I did write a gothic one though. It’s very rough.
I also want to say that it is lovely. I like being able to see the photos too. It is a fascinating location for a nest. I would like to imagine that the parent birds were fond of trains and wanted to show their babies.