Loony Tunes

Did I ever mention that Robert Bly was my entry point into poetry? Perhaps even more so, though, it was the loons (listen to midnight loons).

The Loon’s Cry

From far out in the center of the naked lake

The loon’s cry rose.

It was the cry of someone who owned very little.

~Robert Bly

2009 Moon Over Lake

Photo Credit: Scott A. Fettig

 

 

 

About Heidi Fettig Parton

I hold an MFA in creative nonfiction from Bath Path University. I write at the intersection of ecological and spiritual issues; I also write about the common experiences that unfold across women's lives, including marriage, motherhood, work matters (and vocation), divorce, and sexuality. Oh, and poetry is my drug of choice.
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