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Profile: The Poet Time
A Creation Myth
By William Leith
Illustration: Leonard M. Reidy
One bright morn a golden-feathered chickadee lifted her sleepy crown and sighed. You see, this chickadee of many seasons was a longtime lover of the verse and rhyme. Oh, how she and the other wooded critters used to sing and jive to each other in beat and prose. But alas, as the chickadee grew older, so did her friends. As it does for all, adulthood soon laid its prospective cloud of responsibility over the forestSoon all of our chickadee’s friends moved out of the forest and into far off cities—how else could they earn their salaries of oats, honey and wine? So our lonely chickadee found herself alone in the moss and branches—herself securing a steady job with the Forest Protection Agency.
Some say that the most brilliant of ideas are born on the dullest of days. Such was the day our solitary hero faced when she woke up to greet the world. But as she sat down to enjoy her morning dew drop and fill her fluffy belly with a nourishing cashew a thought struck her mind. “What if there was a way for all my friends to enjoy each other’s poetic prowess from a distance?” she said aloud.
With a smack to her imperial hued beak she proclaimed, “What a silly chickadee I have been! I have a brand new HD camera and tablet PC. Why I bet my friends and myself could record videos of ourselves reading aloud our works of fiction and poetry and post it on the internet!”
With those words our brave hero flew off with great hurry into the morning light to begin her great endeavor. And thus, The Poet Time was born.
See Quail Bell Magazine and The Poet Time collaborate in The Children of Jackson Ward here.
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