There were nine doves on the wire.
As I neared I counted again.
Yes, nine.
One dove sat apart from the rest, but just slightly.
Was he waiting?
Had he lost her?
It was not for me to know.
After passing I looked back hopefully,
counting one last time,
and then once more.
Nine.
It was the lord camden inn located in Camden Maine. if you go and I think everyone should, go check out the state park about a mile away (camden state park) and eat at Cappy's chowder house. The decorations alone are worth it.
ReplyDeletelovely...sad...haunting
ReplyDeleteLovely - there is something so melencholy about mourning doves. Enchanting poem.
ReplyDeleteHello, thank you for visiting my blog. I too enjoy reading - my mom was a librarian so I can't help myself. I just noticed you have an etsy shop so I will have to go and check that out as well. Beautiful poem - melancholy.
ReplyDeleteSuch delicate sorrow you've captured. Very moving...
ReplyDeletelove,
-maria
lovely.
ReplyDeletereminded me of this piece a composer made using birds on a wire as notes. I think you'll like it.
http://gusandotherthings.blogspot.com/2009/09/bird-on-wire.html
Heather, Thank you for passing on the Camden, Maine information. Camden Hills State Park looks beautiful.
ReplyDeleteChar, Thank you for reading and for sharing your thoughts.
Erin, I agree. I certainly felt that melancholy the day I was observing them.
Raina, I'm sure your mother has introduced you to some wonderful books. Thank you for stopping by and happy reading.
Maria, What a kind observation. Thank you.
Abigail, Thank you so much for reading and for pointing out the fabulous video.
I read this when you first posted. I didn't want for it to be sad, but it is. Sad is beautiful...and that's all I have to say. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Tracy,
ReplyDeleteI agree. Sad, at times, can be quite beautiful. Thank you for coming back, reading again, and sharing your thoughts.
Denise