Poets, Let Spring Be Your Muse

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. (1-4)

T.S. Eliot
“The Wasteland”

If the saying, “April showers bring May flowers” is true, then we’re in for a spectacular spring this year! Luckily, we have the ability to celebrate the gloomy and cheery days alike with poetry. What words come to your mind in springtime?

The Bloomfield libraries have a Poetry Sharing Page, and all community members are invited to submit poetry for consideration to appear on the page. Visit the page to learn more about sharing your poetry with the library, but first, enjoy this springtime poem by librarian Allison Wilkos.

The Kite

Her chest swells with pride, billowing in the wind-
soaring higher, higher.
Then, dipping sharply, she rides the winds
as they loftily scoop her up again.
Shrieks of laughter and shouting from below
encouraging her to twirl and spin.
She is unbounded-
her only limit the length of her string.
Caught up in her dance, she is oblivious
until the rough branches tug and tear her thin skin.
The cries of disappointment that follow shame her.
Dusk approaches and the voices fade. Alone. Darkness.
Harsh winds rip through her soul-
she berates herself for getting carried away.
Grasping for warm memories, but only keenly aware
of her torn edges and fading beauty.

She awakes to the chirping-
the sun is slowly rising over the horizon.
Chittering gaily, the sparrow
builds her nest beneath the shelter of the kite.
Smiling gently, the kite begins her new duty.

by Allison Wilkos