Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Pelicans Real and Symbolic

Observing my photos of pelicans, Kim Yanoshik (http://mousemedicine.blogspot.com) observed how they seem like pterodactyls still living among us, survivors of the age of dinosaurs, and I think we treasure them for that. It reminded me of a verse I wrote (an ongoing draft) that included an old myth about the pelican:

A PART OF THE SEA (AS IT USED TO BE IN CHRIST)

The leaves scissor my thoughts
and settle me down on the creek
that bubbles over the rocks
and makes the wilderness speak.

A slice of my life, I lie below
the purling stream and watch
the cloudy sky through
the rippled surface of a dream.

I sleep in the vein of time
and believe that the heart
of nature pours out life for
me – a child of the pelican,

once thought to drive its beak,
when it must, into its breast
to feed its young (so Christ,
by his blood, was to feed all
who hunger in our earthly nest).

-- James McColley Eilers, Copyright 2007

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This poem is quite beautiful. Thanks for writing/posting it.

The Blue Elephant said...

Thank you, Mr. or Ms. Anonymous. I appreciate your comment. I would even welcome anything someone had to say that was critical of the verse. I have certainly worked on it, and always have to wait a while, and look at a verse again after some time, before I can see if I am finally satisifed. My best to you, whoever you are. Thanks for the strokes. Purrrrr.