Poetry of K. A. Markee
The Blind On Sundays too he would rise before dawnand brew a pot of coffee over the fire,then call the dogs with a backwards yawnGet Our FREE Yankee Best New England Vacations Guide! Email(Required) before packing up decoys, weights and wirein a wicker backpack and two homemade hods.I’d wait until I could not see my […]
By K.A. Markee|Nov 24 2008|
The Blind
On Sundays too he would rise before dawn
and brew a pot of coffee over the fire,
then call the dogs with a backwards yawn
before packing up decoys, weights and wire
in a wicker backpack and two homemade hods.
I’d wait until I could not see my breath–
The sunrise over the lake he said was God’s
own reassurance in divine faith.
So he and I would watch it dissipate,
lying in wait for a chance to imitate
the mellow rasp or nasal hailing call
in ruffled light behind the deadfall
and under the waning eye of Orion
the dog’s Hup our command bird on, bird on.
Late November
Out of the barn a woman came
and moments later came a man,
the length of a ladder between them–
A rung for every year
they’ve cleaned the gutter’s together.
K. A. Markee is a Maine native living on the coast where he is raising five children. He is a graduate of the Stonecoast MFA writers Program and current president of the Stonecoast Alumni Association. He has numerous poems published in journals including From East to West, Cider Press Review, Oleander Review, SNReview and many others.
k.a.markee poems
LATE NOVENBER poem takes me directly to that place and vivid images come to mind with emotions that make this poet so delightful to read —
thank you for sharing
will be watching for more markee poems
s. guptill