ALL MORNING THE CROWS

A collection offers avian-themed poetry.

This volume combines bird imagery with narratives about girls and women. Kearney begins with two definitions of the word bird, which can mean the winged animal or, in British slang, a girl. A bird lover since childhood, the author delivers 51 poems, many inspired by 100 Birds and How They Got Their Names by Diana Wells. Kearney takes on the perspective of a newborn duckling in “Duckling, Swan”; reminisces about learning loon calls via cassette in “Loon”; and details the slaughter of penguins by sailors in “Penguins.” A poem about the 1940 fervor for Hollywood finches quickly turns into a cautionary tale for the speaker’s birth mother, then a young girl: “She didn’t yet know how a cage / can spring up around you, spirit you / away, and alone.” “Cardinal” describes a young woman’s flight from a convent while in “Heron,” a fearful girl escapes a dangerous man. Violence against women is the focus of a chilling poem titled “Bittern” while “Flicker” deals with infant abandonment. Kearney’s language is rich and evocative. She writes of an owl that “glides on wings silent / as a vole quivering / under snow” and a cormorant “luminous as an oil slick / in the sun.” Her poems are deceptively profound. The author uses the subject matter of birds as a conduit for plumbing emotional depths. A poem titled “Crow,” for example, does include tidbits about the bird, but it also reveals the speaker was given up for adoption and has newly connected with her biological sister: “Fact: crows can recognize human faces, / even remember them years later. / The first time I saw my mother in a photograph, / I thought it was some sort of trick / mirror. Hello, I said. I know you.”

Absorbing poems that capture the majesty of nature and the complexity of women’s inner worlds.