Good morning mister magpie
Piebald portent of the sky
Seems the folly of the era
When you’re seen in black and white,
Joy or sorrow, gold or silver,
Silent secret, girl or boy when
You’re the soul of life’s adventure
Boldly strutting chatter wide
In loquacious conversations
Celebrating loud endeavours
Counting lore, descrying treasures
To the witted folk advise.
Seems the folly of a nation
When you’re seen with blinkered eyes
Like an abacus conundrum,
Flock of jigsaw black and white,
Funeral, wedding, hell or heaven
Herald, devil, death or life when
You’re the soul of fate and fortune
Bold and venerable and wise.
(Spring 2012)
Two magpies portents of death to so many small birds in my area.
Hi, Lorna. This poem of yours displays your formidable skilll and wit. You’re clearly highly skilled in versification. Speaking of which, I want to thank you for your comment on Kingdoms. It means a lot to me when people comment on my poems or stories, because it means they really enjoyed the poem, or liked it enough to tell me in their own words. In that sense, I’m grateful for every comment I get.
Thank you for the comment, and I’ll be checking out your site for a bit!
Hi Lorna,
I really enjoyed this short poem.
The magpie tends to get a bad press-’thieving’ magpie and all that but wouldn’t we miss them if they went from our towns/gardens?
They are actually very striking and if we weren’t so familiar with them, we’d perhaps be even more struck by their exotic black-white colours and long tails.
Nice recognition here of an iconic bird-much appreciated
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Thanks for your comments everyone. Magpies are defintely very catching, but not always nice… by human standards anyhow!