This week for Friday Fictioneers I took Rochelle’s Thoreau quotation to heart, to wit: “It’s not what you look at that counts, but what you see.” Apologies in advance, since I am in no doubt I am treading heavily on your patience as I take liberties with the purported speech of birds that speak in excessively lengthy portmanteau-like, compound words. For those interested, I was thinking of Mark 11:12-25 and Luke 19:44 when writing this.
Image credit: ©Roger Bultot
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Word Count: 100
The Day of Visitation
I did not know at all how to be, which way to live.
I came to wash on the shore, from city street wandered in, when spectacles lit, unfolded, slipped onto my nose, to where care had not brought down the voice so sweet of blackbirds and cuckoo:
Temple(ate) in winter, summer cocooned
Wrapt in(word) Word-horde strong
seed(l)ing is icumen2
In(to)ward barren no(thingness)
Trinity, Three-in-One, God is.
love: creation, revelation, (re)creation
Light(sends word)Light(tabernacles)Light(sheds abroad)
Kingdom b(earth)ing on a cross
Imparts life over death
Stay stranger, stay in(side) Christ
1,2“The Cuckoo Song” – “Sumer is icumen in” – Middle English, mid-13th century: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sumer_is_icumen_in