Indigo Blue

NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 26

this business of being
a poet,
feels more like
a bird of prey.

Spending daylight hours
constantly seeking
sly and furtive
in tall grasses,
or small dark holes
meant only for hiding.

When indigo blue shadows
descend, a different hunt
begins. Seeking sturdy branch
on which to rest,
with one eye open
lest one becomes another’s
sought after sustenance.

One brief sigh
as sun arises,
when hunger and hunt begin

Elizabeth Crawford 4/26/2020

Notes: Image is my first attempt to create something digitally on my computer paint program. Just swirls of indigo blue and a single tree. Called my friend in to take a look, telling her how much I wished I could draw a bird of prey seeking shelter in the tree. She said, “That’s why they have cut and paste, Grasshopper.” Then proceeded to show me how to do such a thing. Information I never used because I’ve never been good at the process of cutting anything (except words, and even that is not done with ease). The image, along with two others, was purchased by an author for the cover art of his series of historical fiction novels based in Illinois.

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5 Responses to Indigo Blue

  1. Marianne says:

    That image is spectacular, Elizabeth! And I loved your words. Interesting analogy between a poet and bird of prey.

    Marianne, birds of prey are a symbol of freedom and independence. They, like all birds, are seen as spiritual messengers because they exist between the heavens and earth. Their feathers are symbols for Truth. Light enough to drift on the slightest breeze, yet strong enough to carry a life wherever it travels. I think both are great ideals for poets to learn and practice.



  2. Sherry Marr says:

    I love the beautiful blue image with the bird. Wow. I also got a kick out of poets as birds of prey. It IS like that sometimes, as we keep our eye peeled for hidden bits and things that pop out of nowhere. Loved this poem!


  3. thotpurge says:



  4. Beautiful poem, Elizabeth.



  5. Irene says:

    Nice analogy!


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