NaPoWriMo Again!

[summer_jackel]

Hey, LJ! Strangely, I still exist. I am going to attempt NaPoWriMo again this year...I think it's my fifth year, I'll count later, but it's a tradition at this point...and here I am, coming to an auspicious start by almost missing it on day one.

So, the deal: I will attempt to come up with a poem, or some portion thereof, every day 'til the end of the month. It's likely to be three lines of doggerel about ducks (duckkerel?) at least half the time. Here goes.


opening invocation/deaths in spring

Spring bites.
Remember: she wants your blood, she
is the coming of the rosebuds and
a vulture's blue gleam
as he clacks his beak contentedly, pausing
from his feast. The young raccoon told
the old story; not enough food, wasn't able
to handle his parasites, or there were just too many
in the litter, and now
parts of him shine, fresh and delicious
while parts of him are already soil, dirt-encrusted
as he melts into the hungry, teeming ground.

Come in joy, all of you, all of you
who have survived a spring, so far survived
to wear scars lightly. To not be new.
to taste beauty and feel the life come coursing down, for now
through every bone and feather; to taste delight.
To bite.