This isn’t a new poem, but I thought I’d republish it here today. It is short and silly and it rhymes, so it’s a perfect midweek pick-me-up.
Jaybird, Songbird –
oh how twee;
sing for me.
These lines came to me as I walked home from work one night a few years ago, photographing the broken skeletons of leaves that lay in my path, and pondering a situation I was involved in that had become all-consuming, exhausting and miserable.
The rhythm of my steps seemed to beat out the words, and I was drawn to the idea of repetition as I found it comforting.
I suppose the idea of the birds singing sweetly in the trees – particularly the Songbird – and going about their business as the season changed from summer to autumn, felt uplifting and hopeful.
Possibilities everywhere, in the hedgerows and trees, in the sky, in my own back garden, in my head.
I have a lot of ideas for bird poems, both frivolous and dark.
Watch this space.