Tuesday, 2 December 2008

Redwing - a poem of love

How do I combine the prompt 'a love poem' with my theme: birding in November? Well, here's my first attempt:

They love these hedgerows,
weave themselves into them,
stain their underwings with them,
eat them, shit them, sleep them,
wrap themselves inside of them,
pull their thorns around them,
pluck their scarlet hearts,
warm them in their bellies,
squeeze them through their passages,
birth them,
desert them,
expect them to still be here
when they return next year.


The Weaver of Grass said...

First attempt Carol?! I love it. Also love your previous blog which I somehow missed.
Redwings and fieldfares are among my favourites. Also have been thrilled this week by long tailed tits visiting my bird table - that's a first - I hear them go past in the hedge but now they are stopping off for a feed of sunflower hearts.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely poem especailly the third line and the so sad last two lines. I often find myself thinking about the possibilty that the migrants won't find their food or nest site again next year...

Mistlethrush said...

Weaver - it was a first attempt although I do confess to editing it as I subsequently typed it up for the blog! Don't know why copy & paste doesn't seem to work.

Glad you've got the ltts to land. They remind me of happy ping-pong balls as come bouncing into the garden.

CGP - Thanks. You're right it's about love based on dependency.

from the field book

from the field book
An inspiring gift for anyone who enjoys watching nature.