POETRY: Banding by Suzanne Underwood Rhodes

Banding by Suzanne Underwood Rhodes

The nets of God hang in every wild place
to catch the unwary migrant, one with the skull
another to fall from the sky on the ten-thousandth mile,

but when he holds one of those small, terrified
bodies like a jewel between his thumb and forefinger
and unfans the wing to measure it, secretly admiring
the bars he conceived to catch his own hungry eye,
and the little claw foot he rings with a coded band
that numbers the feathers and weds him forever
to the pulse in his palm that recalls his own heaving heart
the day he flew into a net and hung there thirsting
in the woods where only a wasp moved, flicking cobalt wings,

when he lets go, when he flings what he has marked
into emptiness, he follows the speck with his eye
to South America and farther, to white, unmapped fields
known intimately in the mind of those who fly.

2 Comments on POETRY: Banding by Suzanne Underwood Rhodes

  1. DAVID ALEXANDER BROWN // May 2, 2018 at 8:15 pm // Reply


    I love your poems, this body of work. I have learned much by studying this style and I look forward to continuing. I know now there is so much more to learn about the application and form of poetry. Thank you.


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