Tern tables

Helloooo friends. Excuse the hiatus as I spent some much-needed time in the woods — I have still been writing but not posting, so you can also read my Day 19 poem about flowering fern and reverie if you feel so inclined.

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: Try writing your own poem that uses an animal that shows up in myths and legends as a metaphor for some aspect of a contemporary person’s life. Include one spoken phrase.

Despite the silly title I think this is one of my more vulnerable poems of the month. I learned last year that pelicans often die from starvation because they lose their vision from diving in to salty water. I thought it would be ironic if a heron had the same fear even though it’s a freshwater creature, starving itself unnecessarily. (And yes I am proud of getting a “tern” pun in this one.) Enjoy<3

R(egret)

The heron in me.
The heron in you.
Turning our beaks
to the sky though 
knees deep in fish
-filled water. 
Saying No thanks
really no thank you.
Determined
not to let the salt
steal our sight &
destined to starve,
hunger either way.