One Magpie.
She’s knifed,
Gutted,
Heart ripped out
And devoured.
Pecked at,
Grown back,
Ripped out again.
No eagle
For Promethean
Growth.
A magpie theft,
Stealing silver
And gold.
Golden age
Gone.
One magpie
Alights
To wound again.
Two Magpies.
They’re happy now.
Birds in flight
Together.
Bound by
Token
Offering.
Flight discharging
Winged wonder,
Bowing in the air,
Curtsy to earth.
Trajectory
Established,
Plumed to dark
And light.
Elevating,
Floating
Oblivious,
Tied.
Sounds like you’ve been watching them lately! Are you on holidays or something! 🙂
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I’m on holiday from school until 6th January. There are always magpies about our place. My sister and I had been talking about them. Next thing you know, a poem. 😉 x
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lol. I am so surprised! 🙂 I feel the release of a year of hard work, enjoy the time mommus! Namaste
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I am enjoying it. But I think I will need a holiday when it’s over. 😉 x
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