Cardinalis Sinuatus

Pyrrhuloxia

Samuel Ace

 

 

Pyrrhuloxia in the desert

 

 

The pyrrhic is rightfully dismissed. Its existence in either ancient or modern rhythm is purely chimerical, and the insisting on so perplexing a nonentity as a foot of two short syllables, affords, perhaps, the best evidence of the gross irrationality and subservience to authority which characterise our Prosody.

                       Edgar Allen Poe: The Poetic Principal*

            

 

I would not be here either without looking like a juvenile from the north    red cockscomb in the mesquite bosque  picked up by a boy in a convertible for something I was not   I would not be here either in this loosely built cup of fumes   purple bark and grass   but for 3 white eggs left by one mother saying daddy you take over today (you find a boy to feed)   I would not be here either   twit or daily    casual to the west    broken by the heat in the thorny bush   liquid or lightly speckled in thickets    I would not be here without the occasional barn and weevil without a thousand more fires (as substantial)   aroused discharged and wet   I would not be here either   despite Poe   in between    needing a name    bent and burnt    billowed and rhapsodic   by my swollen beak

 

 

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Samuel Ace is a poet, photographer and educator, the author of three collections of poetry: Normal Sex, Home in three days. Don’t wash., most recently Stealth, co-authored with Maureen Seaton (Chax Press). He lives in Tucson, AZ and Truth or Consequences, NM.

*The Poetic Principle

Pyrrhuloxia on xeno-canto