I saw your topics, of course.

Solar Eclipse Coming
 
All around the globe
people are looking for a moon
and a mommy. They need both.
 
One moon, many mommies.
 
Like hens, we mothers gather chicks
and remind them to wear magic eyes
when they view the skies.
 
My sister uses her mother-voice,
It’ll be going right over you.
There’ll be a ring of fire too.
A neighbor, at his wife’s insistence,
walks a ways and hands me solar glasses.
 
Mothers.  It’s all we know.
 
I put on a pot of stew, sort laundry,
watch the clock. 
Distractions.  
I cannot shut up, If you don’t have glasses,
dear friend, keep eyes on the ground.
Look for crescent rolls, crescent smiles.  
 
It must be Mothers’ Day!
 
May the manic moms note
the absence of birdchatter.
May they hold their breath
in reverence for the dark tunnel,
then a big Hallelujah!

at the rooster crowing.

Pat

The strongest metaphor for me is the rooster.  Can that drive the images above?

Todd

Pat,  I used my welding shield and even took some pictures.  They didn't come out very good.  It's kinda like showing pictures of Uncle Harold to the neighbors and trying to tell them what a cut up he is.  I know it but the pictures don't show it. 
Anyway,  Good poem.  I think you strayed a little by throwing the pot of soup and laundry into the mix. It seemed to take me away from the topic. The rooster was very pertinent.  I wonder if we will remember these things in 2024 when the next one comes.  Good poem.

Solar Eclipse Comes to the Hen House
 
The girls
in the hen house
cluck at chicks
to wear magic eyes
when in the yard
viewing skies.
 
My sister, fluffy and white,
uses her mother-cluck,
It’ll be going right over us.
A ring of fire too.
 
Mothers.
 
I cluck along,
Eyes on the ground,
you need bright eyes
to tell bugs from gravel.
 
Birdchatter stops. 
Darkness
takes over the land.
Chicks settle in.
 
Light comes.
Rooster crows.
 
Same-o, same-o.

Hmm!  I was slow to respond and got quite a different poem.

I like where this is going, but I want reverence and Hallelujah! back.  

Just an little turn in the tone back to the original.

My as-yet unwritten poem about the eclipse:  I traveled 300 miles to view totality, only to be felled to speechless wonder by glowworms.

Pat et al.

Pat this is MUCH tighter of a poem.  I don't know how you can revise with such flair. 

I wonder what is consensus about the persona entering the poem?

Todd

THEME?  I guess I didn't get the memo..

Between the two versions lies that "Motherness" I so enjoyed and deletes the neighbor and other stews that distracted me.  The second version is just another good poem I wish I could have written. but I won't remember it as long as I will that warm, human feeling I got in V-1.  Magic eyes,,, neat.
Dewell