Handmade paper with collaged elements
6.5” x 5” framed in red shadow box 9” x 9”
This art inspired the poem
....There is special providence in
the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to
come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come—
Hamlet, to Horatio
Nestled in fluff and woven twists,
hatchlings, a vibrating bloom of mouths,
deep diamond petal-points open,
held up like cups on bony necks.
Four spider-veined, pale hinges of want
more sway and pulse than sound.
Bird mother feeding-frantic.
Bobbing beak, and again - snips down throats.
Can she count? Equal shares; fill each cup....
Aside and under, a small bowed head,
eyes still closed - mouth clamped.
Opened perhaps briefly,
perhaps not. Need passed over,
or too weak to even try....
An exhale, a stir... rest,
against the nest,
beneath the nearest sibling mouth,
adrift then half-capsized,
jarred by its energy. That waiting hinge of want.
Flapping feeder returns
to a too-full nest,
Imbalance on the rim, claw-catch reflex spreads
and dips a wing
that slips in, through the angled fault
below the greedy, and above
the the silent one.
No demand, no diamond opened to be filled.
The briefest brush of the thin skull-cap,
the tender barely conscious dome,
against the soft of the outer wing.
The single moment
before swept over the edge
by the lift of a re-tucked wing.
— © Theresa Landi Daniel