Monday, November 25, 2013


for the cloth stitch in bobbin lace making see

Bobbin Lace: Mastering Cloth Stitch

Too died he
taking away your sin, "here"
(mind your [k]not here mind right here)

what's tangled woven by day often reduced to the saved
and gotten away in the low empty vowel of the animal soul?

Too died he the way he is born, cattle lowing in the knot place and something
something like stone rolls away weighted in all meaning, too. This poem

is no instrument for politic or politics. Rather
like a work of female mind, (supposedly weaker) and she
looms here weighted in grief, waiting through a long absence with poetries
in [k]not here mind at work. Ask, too, like she, what is to be the great works
of the spirit of our times, woven by day, were these knots untangled this night
while in the spirit of such depths saved for this finer work.

O rosy and pink the new cloth paned, pinned in the lady working the lady [k]not, "here".

If you find your own way here at times, in space set aside
for human initiative (and in courage) pick up her thread and weave, too. Let the
new shroud mark where death dies pulling deep thread up and back into life; work

what she works
a lyrical contemplation
a political resistance racing the design*
(with necessary tension between, too.)

Let swaddle early
filament of paler pleroma, the glassy light no sun bodies, serpentine
and so coiled, horn the bobbin with [k]not language: horn to bobbin to pane to sk(e)in
is wound (skin not stitched but turned.) Bring something into being here of your own
experience; not you but like itself, saved

having weighted in absence a long time

*see the poem, "Arachne's Back Yard" by Dennis Patrick Slattery in "Feathered Ladder", Fisher King Press, publishing sometime between December, 2013 and Jan-March, 2014.



1. Etymology

The name of the faithful wife in the “Odyssey,” from Greek Penelopeia, is related to pene, “thread on the bobbin.”  From penos, meaning “web”, pene is cognate with Latin Pannus, (in English,“pane”) the nominative form of pannum and carries both senses of  “cloth garment” and “glass.”

2. Mythic Image In Art

Painting by Rudolph von Deutsch.

An image of patient grief and endurance of absence, a tapestry woven by day. It stands on the frame of life waiting to be unraveled by night. For this image see also Shakespeare's Sonnet CXLVI, "The Death of Death."

You might notice in the painting,like I do, the crescent moon(upper right)proximate the contemplative Penelope waiting.

It is as if what are the great works of spirit that are to be of her own age, grace and shape, shape her a pillar of strength. Power, or "will to power" and strength are two different things.

Not of any age, to paraphrase Joseph Campbell, but of the horn of the moon filling with the light of that day no sun (solar body aka “time” and “times”) can represent, she, then, represents best poetic mind’s reflection as it reflects on power not to be conflated with the uses of one as an instrument of power neither that politic in social orchestrations nor will to power of politics itself.

To say this another way, the image takes up poetic space in a depiction of the real that includes individual experience. It signifies a re-imagining underway, one reflective in human courage and initiative individually but from within a lyrical contemplation’s tension oppositorum in times. Timing and rhythm push the meter along individually by racing the design’s archetypal imprint leaving it’s mark upon the individual soul-making.

3. Sonnet CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body's end?
Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more.
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then.  ~ SHAKESPEARE.


Thursday, November 7, 2013


The image and poem are inspired by an image and poem  posted to facebook by Aurora Terrenus .
Photo Credit: The original photo posted by Aurora is taken by Jessica Zubrod, Kairos Photography 

Poem Credit: A moral character is attached to 
autumnal scenes; / the leaves falling like our years,/ the flowers fading /like our hours, / the clouds fleeting like our illusions, / the light diminishing like our intelligence, / the sun growing colder like our affections, / the rivers becoming frozen like our lives, / all bear secret relations to our destinies. ~ François-René de Chateaubriand 

Minding Winter

"The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements
                                     in harmony with each other." ~Arthur Rubinstein

For perfect movements love harmony and so
each feeds themselves to the mouth of the other

Four perfect movements love harmony and sew
the seamless seems of the one, un-woven linen

no more life against death for me
for me and me and me

out in the wide open dropping degree
diaphonous crystalline linen
nothing is near nothing to wear
nothing makes nothing together

forgetful of being

with nothing to weather

©2013 stephanie pope “Minding Winter”

Saturday, November 2, 2013


"Biographies should show people in their underwear...That way of looking at things is better..." ~C.G. Jung


They say, a little under

the wear
should be fun to wear

the short
the shirt

show me that biography.

Show me yours

I'll show you mine

glossed, the shirt
that way showing

a poetry more real.

©2013 “Under the Wear” stephanie pope

Wednesday, October 30, 2013


The Red B In The Red Book

In the red B red
blood, look
read ink as if it were inked
blood, the blood of bugs
working with bugs
working out bugs
what bugs me

crawling down the page
weaving up the spine.
  ©2013 stephanie pope monsters & bugs

Monday, October 7, 2013



“… from dusk they take their name, and flit by night" ~Ovid*

From dusk, the hour, stolen stole
a means by which a shape is lost & hid
Phersephassa** stolen, too, once green
and new and hid from light
now everything awakens to the flight

a voice begins as if in wings
tiny sounds in parchment stir and sting
tiny-sized and Hermes-seized declare
the time is now to climb and ride the air
they fashion what a shape in loss returns
dusk, the hour, stolen, stolen bright
and everything awakens to the night 

©2013 “Nykteris” stephanie pope


 *Ovid, “Metamorphoses” 4. 422 ff
 **Perse’phone, a goddess giving  meaning a subtle manner
Περσεφόνη), in Latin Proserpina, the daughter of Zeus and Demeter. (Hom. Il. 14.326, Od. 11.216; Hes. Theog. 912, &c. ; Apollod. 1.5.1.) Her name is commonly derived from φερειν φόνον, "to bring" or "cause death," and the form Persephone occurs first in Hesiod (Hes. Th. 913; comp. Horn. Hymm. in Cer. 56), the Homeric form being Persephoneia. But besides these forms of the name, we also find Persephassa, Phersephassa, Persephatta, Phersephatta. Pherrephassa, Pherephatta, and Phersephoneia, for which various etymologies have been proposed. The Latin Proserpina, which is probably only a corruption of the Greek, was erroneously derived by the Romans from proscrpere,"to shoot forth." (Cic. de Nat. Deor. 2.26.) Being the infernal goddess of death, she is also called a daughter of Zeus and Styx (Apollod. 1.3.1 ); in Arcadia she was worshipped under the name of Despoena, and was called a daughter of Poseidon, Hippius, and Demeter, and said to have been brought up by the Titan Anytus. (Paus. 8.37.3, 6, 25.5.) Homer describes her as the wife of llades, and the formidable, venerable, and majestic queen of the Shades, who exercises her power, and carries into effect the curses of men upon the souls of the dead, along with her husband. (Hom. Od. 10.494, 11.226, 385, (134, Il. 9.457, 569; comp. Apollod. 1.9.15.) Hence she is called by later writers Juno Inferna, Auerna, and Stygia (Verg. A. 6.138; Ov. Met. 14.114), and the Erinnyes are said to have been daughters of her by Pluto. (Orph. Hymn. 29. 6, 6, 70. 3.) Groves sacred to her are said by Homer to be in the western extremity of the earth, on the frontiers of the lower world, which is itself called the house of Persephone. (Od. 10.491, 509.)

Tuesday, October 1, 2013


All Hallows Tree


I tell you...wonderland is real
a hiding thicket of a
plot, root
hermes gift
fathered by the hour
ancestor routes
in all those animal powers
where all the color goes to black
in all the colors growing back

©2013 Plotting Routes stephanie pope

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

TUESDAY POETRY ~ For Ric Williams and Helga Stern On Their Wedding Day

©2013 Flying Fish  monsters & bugs poetry series
stephanie pope

Flying Fish

a fin


a gin
for drinking in

the milk forest ~
a, the letter
and in stella maris swim, aba
the meter
theon:  Leonids and

Perseids sew bb
between them,
clothing October

sky in Orionids

falling bodies in terza rima  [1]
spark fab

in the making
who wouldn't want
a seat feasting at such a ta(b)le

a ta(b)le with a
b tail

I propose
a toast: let us
celebrate the
wet wing

like a she'll

[1] Terza rima is the rhyme scheme for Dante’s Divine Comedy

©2013 Flying Fish  monsters & bugs poetry series stephanie pope 


Sunday, August 18, 2013


Charles Dickens makes the association of
the cricket on the hearth with human feel-
ing & actions linking this moment to one's
fate in his book  "Cricket On The Hearth."

Tonight enter her poetic interval
attend a cricket in your hearth’s deep song
Hestian plumes these fumes lumen
pneuma neither of gods nor men

©2013 “Hestia’s Magic Hair” stephanie pope


1. One epithet for the Goddess Hestia is oily-haired. Hestia, in this sense, tends the interval/gap/space shaping "the real" or "femininity"  with characteristics belonging to the material imagination in the form of magical hair.

2. for the myth of Hestia see

3. For Hestia and Mythopoetics see

Friday, August 16, 2013


Work Underground

in the h-space, _Disney
between finding and not finding―a
shipwreck cave of drawers and Dopey
hunting diamonds for eyes

©2013 “Work Underground”   stephanie pope
August 16, 2013
#ohj dopey, shipwreck micropoetry

Thursday, August 15, 2013


mermaids like flounder
courtesans they fished
fishcakes they made
of the sea

over-fished fish
overcome flesh
mermaids under the sea

© 2013 "Courtesans and Fish Plates"[1] stephanie pope #ohj August 15, 2013 mermaids and flounder micropoetry and mythopoetics


[1] a play on the title of the book Courtesans and Fishcakes: The Consuming Passions of Classical Athens by James Davidson.

Sunday, August 11, 2013


inteminable world /also irrupt/erupt, the breach/bend/break/gap between worlds and its psyche-making

The Interminable World

Breakthrough to the      h-space
throne before which          

marks the break and
bows before the h-theos  world

thought… B
hay-ving  the inter
minable image thinking… in

shut out

©2013 Inter View: The Interminable World stephanie pope
#ohj world, interminable August 10 monsters and bugs poetry series

Tuesday, August 6, 2013


photo credit    ©2013

Oddly, Disney

Pan's wonderland...
fairy dust set against the moon
oddly, Disney

©2013 “Oddly, Disney” stephanie pope
#ohj #mythopoetics

Sunday, August 4, 2013


Medusa means "protectress" in Greek; in Spanish, "jellyfish"


_h (?) 
_h, n_!

what lingers
in deep, blank space
like a jellyfish

©2013 stephanie pope “Her Missing Body”
photo credit: ©2013 David Sherr

Wednesday, July 31, 2013



Proserpere Proserpina
thy stage & thy cup, drink
a drink
from thy grain
is everlasting
a crescendo
khora en Koré

©2013 "Proserpina & the Pomegranate" stephanie pope


Further Meditations On How To Care For One’s Soul/

Tuesday, July 30, 2013


In Spanish "Medusa" means jellyfish

Under The Sea

Medusa, spirit of depths where three
Deimos, Phobos, Eros linger

©2013  monsters and bugs poetry series

stephanie pope, "Under The Sea"
#ohj "lingers' and "jellyfish" July 30, 2013



/myth of

Metamorphoses Book V, Ovid,  Book IV , line 898.

 see also video: part 1
                      part 2
                      part 3

/ the image in art/

"Medusa", Arnold Bocklin/ see
also see  The Weeping Gorgon by momothecat/DeviantArt 

video: David Sherr, Aquarium of the Bay
video: DeepBlueYT

photo credits
©2013 David Sherr “Jellyfish” Aquarium of the Bay

 /Greek meaning
-guardian, protectress

                  / Spanish meaning

Friday, July 26, 2013

Thursday, July 4, 2013


 Going Between Quiddler And Hide

Henry Moore, 1945
"People Looking At A Tied-up Object"


...I have gratitude for Psyche’s veil. It is the way “Nature loves to hide.”

 "Phusis kruptesthai philei."  ~ Heraclitus

And there you catch it. The image, the veil, is the image itself as veil, as the covering that hides and that is itself this hide. The unknown object of dreams is an image of psyche-making.

In the myth, the gods give humanity to man this way. In form, feminine. But in material, immaterial, veil-like. Her name is Pandora, which means all-gift. Her psyche-making is this. She is a personfied notion for "image of psyche" which we inherit in its entirety without knowing what "it" "is".

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Wednesday, July 3, 2013


#ohj for July 2-3, 2013 gumption, activates, makeshift, Château

In gumption oddly throbbing

activates my heart
so makeshift and apart

journeys here in art

drowning so

in French Château

©2013 stephanie pope “An Oddly Heart-throbbing Journey” #ohj July 2-3

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Strawberry Moon

excerpt of the essay,  “Strawberry Moon” taken from
the collection of unpublished essays in the book, 
The Love of a Woman:13 Essays On The Full Moon
©2013 stephanie pope, 

I have a little poem published in my first poetry book, Like A Woman Falling (©2004 Mythic Artist Press) called “Ode To Rose Annie.” It’s dedicated to my eldest daughter.

Rose Annie is a darling thing
born to me before the spring
now I can hear the robin sing
“Rose Annie, I love you”           
-Ode To Rose Annie   p17

Annie is for the Raggedy Ann she carried around throughout her childhood years. She loved that doll so much that when it tattered and fell apart, she still carried around the arm with her everywhere she went. The arm was all that was eventually left of it…

I gave then to my daughter a second, larger, Raggedy Ann especially made for a much bigger little girl and another doll at the same time. The second doll was called Strawberry Shortcake. If you remember this doll like I do, you remember she has a sort of cream puff shaped pink bonnet. That is what the rose remembers in my ode. Love is a flower. It blossoms tender.

Coincidentally, that is the other name for the June full moon. Some call the June full moon a rose moon and some call it the strawberry moon. For me the June moon recalls both and holds close to me the green memory of my young motherhood.

The June full moon brings something of the rose to my strawberry memory and something in the memory to something ineffable that lingers just out of reach in the rose. It is something pink and lovely like a little girl born in the heart before the spring and ahead of the strawberry season.

Rose Annie then, is my metaphor for the chthonic, earth spirit who is the breath of life and the mother in the waters bringing life into renewal each spring. That means there is something of the earth spirit, something deeper and darker which reignites for me in the inwardness carried in memory. It reunites me to a half-hidden, felt-sense in an image reflecting itself throughout the in-visible sides as if eternally pregnant and radiantly fertile in the anima of a strawberry life.

I have a feeling I relate deeply to the line John Lennon writes,

“Let me take you down; I’m going to strawberry fields.” 

Maybe that is what my poet in the ode intuits; that the carrying ever inward of our images brings something of the downfended rose in the moon eternally to life.

excerpt of the essay,  “Strawberry Moon” taken from the collection of unpublished essays in For The Love of a Woman: 13 Essays On The Full Moon.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

#ohj Micropoetry: OPENING LINES

no lineman specializes in ball play when
the line of scrimmage is another
scrivener, a root metaphor
with a poetic nuance at work
in the background

that’s where
ing lines draws to itself
a sticky thickener quickening
the inner line; an interface is
the line facing itself under erasure
the loosener of lines, dichter & bard

no specialist shows forth; already
outsides are dead and insides are living
the empowering resource, a
mythos in the logos making repair

©2013 “Opening Lines” stephanie pope


#ohj nuance and lineman June 12, 2013 micropoetics and mythopoetics

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

#ohj MICROPOETRY Monster And Bug

#ohj June 10-11, 2013 rambunctious, trapdoor, mantrap,
premonition and at least one adverb not ending in ly
(see hard and quite)

The animal power in rambunctious is rum
a hostile man/trap/door leading to
Pan’s lair of nightmare.

Just ask Ophelia’s “Lucy" how pale man
desires insect lux; two eyes on a plate
a ravenous god in a hot, hellish

hard premonition in her gut
drawing her into the shape
of its insight

feeling things
not quite

©2013 Monster & Bug stephaniepope


hashtag ohj [odd heroic journey) June 10-11, 2013: rambunctious, trapdoor, mantrap, premonition and bonus adverb not ending in ly (hard, quite)

#ohj MICROPOETRY: "Doorbell Request"

"Doorbell Request"  #ohj doorbell, logistics 6-9-13

With heroic effort he rings and runs;
the doorbell works. But
in the logistics of how brown works,
it didn’t. And so, in delivery
undelivered my package remains

©2013 Doorbell Request stephanie pope

Saturday, June 8, 2013


#ohj micropoetry : bellbottomed, muckle

a bellbottomed bottle is home
spotting it there in the gloam
should spot mean a mickle
there’s many a muckle
on the ladybug under its dome

Limerick Under The Sea
©2013 stephanie pope

Friday, June 7, 2013

#ohj MICROPOETRY Subterranean Thunder

#ohj bottomland and desist

Where the bottomland flows
without borders an ars metric
will not desist for ladybug;
for ladybug
fodder lies in the mudder's
region re-imagining her and
in the spirit of the father
risen up in the fen at dusk
is the way water imagines matter.

Amid the night-darkened feathers of the
slum ember lives an ore-dialect where
dormio beats her soul like sound into gold

like waves played upon by hooves
like drummed sons chanted wordlessly, sono
and somnus, donar, thunor and tonos
cricket her ear dreamless where she dreams
the imagination of the material within, through

the materiality of a bottomland’s imaginal life.
An inner life’s depth is like a ladybug foddering
the belly of a nightbird with eggs ―foddering her
mudder region with the way the material word
imagines venerable old men might speak, the way

matter imagines ferried across the ars metric
without borders and in passage paid
an ore-dialect of uncountable depths.

©2013 Subterranean Thunder stephanie pope


Dormio means “to sleep”. Sono means noise, somnus means sleep or dream, both from a root, “son” and hence the word ‘sound’. The material imagination is as a wordless word sounding out the story the myth within tells. Thunor, donar and tonos reference thunder.

Thursday, June 6, 2013


stephaniepope ©2013

I missed out yesterday so today here is a poetic tale combining yesterday's words with today's words to create a short poem. The #ohj words are italicized in the poem so you know what they are. The story is a retelling of a Native American tale about friendship and remaining loyal to what one loves, one's vision quest moving between faith and unfaithfulness to go beyond the bounded horizons of temporal limitations to achieve the boon. The archetypal energy is like that of Aphrodite who sometimes asks you to be unfaithful to cultural ties to your people to remain more deeply faithful to the needs of life during times of tremendous upheaval and change.

Crazy Hawk & Ladybug

Crazy Hawk circling overhead
his kerkle of circling widely spread
a shadowy gyre's gyrating dread

swoops round and round
the landlady's head
where Ladybug yammers

in her bed
and in her heart
and in her stead

to fly so high
to love so deep
to sing what sings

in the hearted ladybug's
ladybird song

Crazy Hawk & Ladybug stephaniepope

A retelling of the Native American tale of Hawk & Ladybug.
2. For the children's tale of hawk and ladybug see
3. Ladybug, power animals in shamanism/
4.  Video story


Tuesday, June 4, 2013



Oddly, heroic journeys
invoke the bugbear
thrice darkened, titanic, chthonic
terrifying space;
at the end of each day
the end of one's solar world
deeper than night.

the haunted kourotrophos
keeper to a rosarium Asklepian
containing the mormo, the reigning in
the antidote for what ails one.

Poetics & Mormo Spirit, stephanie pope©2013


Aristophanes. Archanians, 582ff. "Your terrifying armor makes me dizzy. I beg you, take away that Mormo ( bugbear/bogy)!"

Aristophanes. Peace, 474ff. "This is terrible! You are in the way, sitting there. We have no use for your Mormo's (bogy-like) head, friend."

Tuesday, May 28, 2013


           Bringing In The Sheaves One Sheaf At A Time

“The trip had a dual purpose. One was to turn America on to this particular form of enlightenment, the other was to publicize [Kesey's] new book”   ~ Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

“The durability of that myth… [purpose #1] is rooted in American ideals of freedom. Carolyn Garcia, aka Mountain Girl, the prankster who would later marry Jerry Garcia of the rock band the Grateful Dead, says Kesey felt that a film of the bus trip would spread the gospel of freedom through LSD. "They didn't know they were starting the 60s.
 ~Edward Helmore, The Observer

Electric kool-aid acid test
Astral, baby, but also


1. The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test: Tom Wolfe's book about Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters. One of the great books about how LSD invaded America's consciousness, peaking during the Summer of Love. A tribute to Kesey, the Pranksters (including Neal Cassady, Ken Babbs, Mountain Girl and Wavy Gravy), and the whole psychedelic generation. Good insight into how the torch was passed from the Beats to the hippies. It also contrasts Kesey's "up front", experiential movement versus Timothy Leary's experimental, insightful approach to the LSD trip.

2. For more hippie terms see

3. Edward Helmore. “How Ken Kesey's LSD-fuelled bus trip created the psychedelic 60s”.  The Guardian/The Observer,  Saturday August 6, 2011. accessed May 28, 2013.  accessed May 28, 2013.

4. #ohj [odd hippie journey] sheaf, fractious and bonus fun; the letter "N" is banned today May 28, 2013 except in hashtag.

5. The bus, "Further" from the 1960's road trip that begat the '60's.

Monday, May 27, 2013

#ohj (old hippie journey) 1960-1969

                      THE HOUSE THAT ROCK BUILT

The social and political unrest of the 1960s stimulated a resurgence of Mother Goose rhymes as poems of protest. The best known and most censored of these verses are contained in Eve Merriam's The Inner City Mother Goose.                    

This is the house that rock built.
This is the song sung if by chance
or extenuating circumstance
here in the house that rock built.

This is the rhyme sung in protest
there in the song sung if by chance
or extenuating circumstance
here in the house that rock built.

These are the foibles sung if by chance
or extenuating circumstance there in
the rhyme that turned to protest
here in the house that rock built.

This is the doo wop Mother Goose
caught in the rhyme that turned to protest
low in the song sung if by chance
or extenuating circumstance
here in the house that rock built.

“The House That Rock Built, 1960-1969” stephanie pope


1. The Demensions, Nursery Rhyme Rock, 1960 accessed May 27, 2013.
2. The House That Jack Built  accessed May 27, 2013.
3. Social and political uses of Mother Goose
accessed May 27, 2013.
4. For a short history of rock between 1960-69 see

Sunday, May 26, 2013


                          1967 SUMMER OF LOVE

"In the land of the dark, the ship of the sun is driven by the Grateful Dead"
~quote from the original cover design of the 1967 album

The land is dark.
The ship of the sun
driven by the grateful dead,
driven far from the addled winds of war
driven far from the rising nebula of nam
lead the grateful who really are grateful
and summer changes.

Hipsters of haight flower
in the haight of summer. And in the heat
in the haight lives a beat
that nobody need approve.
Down low is the flowering
where the beat goes on―and the beat
goes on.

“1967: Old Hippie Juju”  stephaniepope ©2013


from San Fanscisco Montery Pop Music festival and the first album of the Grateful Dead, "Viola Lee Blues"

Saturday, May 25, 2013



#OHJ (occupy hippie jargon):
to do this think communis1
aurea mediocritas2 and Horace;
think of the medium at work
in the mode and the mode, poetic.

Psyche-making occupies itself
and this is the way at work
in cosmos; the middle way at work
is a sacred economy that works
for everybody.

Pawprints stephanie pope

[1] For an understanding of communis, what is “held in common” in the root see Done With Mirrors, “Carnival of the Etymologies”, Thursday, December 29, 2005.  accessed May 25, 2013.
[2] Aurea Mediocritas, Horace Odes 2.10, translates “golden mean”. See  accessed May 25, 2013.

Friday, May 24, 2013

#ohj: YAFFLE

1969:  Yaffle

A spring green rain sensed in 1969,
singing the body

under the clothesline
where the tie-dye hangs
the yaffle sits in the tall May grass.

She yaffles a laugh full, a rainsong
singing the body electric on and on.

And we rush to the line
to carry in out of the rain our artwork
carry it under our arms by the armful

And, in this way, I suppose
we are called to yaffle, too.

#ohj 1969: Yaffle  stephanie pope


Picus viridis : Green Woodpecker - Picidae