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October 14, 2011

by Sherry Chandler

Perched in the ash, topmost twig,
the oriole, orange as a sweat-drop fallen

from the sun, entices his giant twin, blazing
on the horizon, with hymns of praise.

His cooler cousin, the meadowlark,
bides low in the fence-row brush, saves

his yellow praise for the fully risen star.
Oriole, sun, and meadowlark

from whom all blessings flow:
what is this human urge

to slaughter deity?
Who will summon the day

when these small gods are gone?

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Sherry Chandler’s first full-length poetry collection, Weaving a New Eden, was released by Wind Publications in March 2011. She’s had professional development support from the Kentucky Arts Council and the Kentucky Foundation for Women and the editors of qarrtsiluni nominated her poem “Relics” for a Pushcart Prize. Her work is most recently published in Calyx, The William and Mary Review, and The Cortland Review. She blogs at SherryChandler.com and posts micropoetry as the Bluegrass Poet.

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  1. October 14, 2011 at 6:35 pm

    Oh, wow, this is fantastic.

  2. Lois P. Jones
    October 15, 2011 at 12:19 am

    Beautiful work. What a surprising finish.

  3. October 16, 2011 at 12:16 pm

    Sherry’s usual fine touch! Love the way the ending arises so naturally. Love “orange as a sweat drop fallen / from the sun” —

  4. asakiyume
    October 17, 2011 at 7:33 am

    Lovely poem–I too was drawn by the line “orange as a sweat drop fallen/from the sun,” which Mary Agner quoted on her blog. Coming to the poem, I find the whole thing a beautiful, bright meditation. I like that the meadowlark “saves / his yellow praise for the fully risen star.” Beautiful.

  5. October 17, 2011 at 2:09 pm

    A beautiful poem, Sherry. Thank you.

  6. October 18, 2011 at 12:11 am

    Thank you, all of you. This poem is near to my heart.

  7. October 18, 2011 at 5:27 am

    Wonderful to hear you reading this, Sherry. Oh, we had such an abundance of riches to choose from. What lucky editors we were!

  8. Laurie MacKellar
    October 19, 2011 at 5:51 pm

    Love the poem and the ending – the poem provides both the aesthetic delight and the wished-for nugget. My favorite line is

    the oriole, orange as a sweat-drop fallen

    from the sun

  9. November 14, 2011 at 8:19 pm

    Belated thanks to Laurie and to Fiona — it’s a marvelous issue.

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