A Flock of Words
By Burt Porter
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These poems seem to have been made on an old workbench with simple tools by someone who has been making such things for a very long time.
William Gilson
In keeping with his previous poems, Burt Porter speaks to his longtime experience in the hills of Vermont, at once an observer and participant, with comforting familiarity and abundant curiosity. His remembrances and observations of the world around him are tinged with a tempered longing, yet embrace acceptance of the natural flow of things, in history, in nature, and in life. In traditional forms, Porters poems both ground the reader in the patience of witnessing day-to-day life while encouraging our imaginations to take flight.
Burt Porter
Burt Porter holds a Bachelor of Arts from the University of Connecticut and a Master of Arts from Wesleyan University. He is a well-known local fiddler and ballad singer who has lived in the same old farmhouse in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom for the last fifty years. His companions are Lindsay Knowlton, also an accomplished poet, and his two sons and their families.
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A Flock of Words - Burt Porter
Summer
The Wilson’s Snipe
On summer nights I wake to hear
Him tumbling through the moonlit sky,
Pinions spread to make the air
Sing an undulating cry.
I’ve seen him spiral up to soar
High above the spinning ground,
Then turn to fall towards earth once more
In an ecstasy of sound.
On summer nights when the moon is full
In my dreams I rise and fly
High above the pasture hill
To sing by falling through the sky.
Perseverance
I picked a daisy in the field
With petals white and fair;
I plucked the petals one by one
And tossed them in the air.
I chanted that she loved me
And that she loved me not;
What the final petal told me
Was not what I had thought,
So I cast that faithless flower
Into the summer wind
And picked another daisy
And began all over again.
On the Porch
I sat out on the old porch swing
On a warm spring afternoon,
Playing on a mandolin
Some well-worn, half-forgotten tune
When suddenly a startled finch
Thudded against the window pane,
Dropped down to the boards below
Then fluttered up and fell again.
The fallen bird could not have known
That air through which he’d always flown
Could so abruptly betray his trust
And turn to something hard as stone.
Then soaring low, a sharp-shinned hawk
Seized the addled bird, and flew
With rapid wings that sliced to shreds
The air that he went slashing through.
Carousel
For Colton
I recall when I was small I went to ride
Upon a merry-go-round—a swirl of wild
And dream-like beasts. A pony in mid-stride
With up-reared hooves, painted to please a child,
Bore me up and down and ’round and ’round.
I closed my eyes and in my childish mind,
The music spun me high above the ground
Until the common world was left behind.
I cantered over hills of cloud and through
Fantastic, shadowed valleys, gray and white;
I loped my pony over plains of blue,
Gleaming in my dazzled, inward sight,
And when the pony slowed and I got down,
I staggered on the dizzy, spinning ground.
The Cup
I came upon a forgotten fence
Of twisted, rusted wire
And crossed into a forgotten field
Of juniper and briar.
An ancient lilac bush still bloomed
Upon a gentle knoll;
The house that once stood there was gone:
Trees grew in the cellar hole.
Here and there like old white bones
Were shards of household ware,
The only remnants that endured
Of lives that had flourished there.
On a mossy, flat foundation stone
Sat a saucer and a cup;
Someone had found them still intact
And so had set them up,
As if some little flitting bird
Might fly down from a tree
To sit and sing expectantly
For a genteel cup of