Nikhita “Winky” Weaver-Kreider (2000ish-April 23, 2014), left in photo
Tonight we said goodbye to our dear friend and companion of ten years, Winky.
1. A compassionate vet and nurses and office staff
2. Hundreds of swallows dipping over the River, catching insects and chittering happily
3. Two white snowy egrets, flying slowly upriver, low to the water, and then suddenly upward and into the sun of the dying day
4. Last night’s rainbow, the bridge for a small cat to cross on her journey
5. My cheer-up brigade: “Mom, Winky’s dead, but now she’s in Aslan’s Country, so she can talk!”
May we walk in Beauty.
Today’s poetry prompt is to write about a location. I have a visual love affair with the photography of Kilian Schonberger. Every time he posts a new photo on Facebook, I let my fairy tale mind roam into the picture and let it tell me a story of some sort. Today’s poem is based on his photo of trees in a bog. Look up his work. It’s incredibly magical.
I saw the photo and his reference to is as being about “becoming and passing away,” and wrote the poem before Winky died. It feels much deeper with meaning now.
Remember the day
you stood in the mud
at the edge of the bog
and watched the slow shiver
of the birches
reflected in the water,
how you saw
the faerie creature caught
there in the middle of the pool,
between the worlds
of visible and invisible,
how you waded out
into the muck to release her,
and saw–for the briefest of moments–
as she whisked out of sight,
the bright sun shining
through the door from the fields of Faerie?