m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Rosy Wren, Wren Song

Rosy Wren, Wren Song

a day

cut in the rock

along a dark crevice...

rapid movement strikes

a song complex,

bizzy brown against brushed brown

feather kinglet. wren song,

ruffled golden edge,

rosepink bi-tone;

conjures such a tiny bird

in this fragrant rebloomer.

a day, one day,

solar day, civil day,

daybreak,

day time,

stellar day,

refracts the sun...

the dag of rosy wren,

day- not a point but an arc

of one lonely nychthemeron.

fair hair, skillful hand,

wrenboy mumming the hunt

tucked under the wing of the cormorant

or hidden in eagle's plumage

enhance the narrative,

little winter king. the wren! the wren

crowned two daylilies of homage!

 





 

fire star opposition

fire star opposition

Lighthouse Avenue to Mercury Fountain

Lighthouse Avenue to Mercury Fountain