A Gold-Rimmed Eye: A Poetic Blog

Frequent flyer at the feeder: May 2015

Frequent flyer at the feeder: May 2015

This morning, when I stepped out into the garden, a friend was waiting on the garden wall.

I think of him as a friend.

Feeding the birds is part of what I do. And the male blackbird knows this so well, that when he saw me, he opened his beak. A clearer bit of bird to human communication is hard to imagine. As if to underline his point, he then flew onto the empty tray, left to let me fill it, then returned, to eat.

His visit reminded me of a poem I wrote earlier this month. After a long hiatus, I’m writing poetry again.

A lot of it is about birds.

A Gold-Rimmed Eye

This morning,
I poured out
chunks of suet,
the dried bodies
of mealworms,
a cheap
mix of seeds
onto a tray,
and from
a near-empty heart.

And he, Youngest
of the Celtic Eldest,
landed, ate,
and looked at me:
from an eye
rimmed with gold,
as black
as his name.

Hold onto this:
memorise this moment
with your own,
tired old hazels.

 

Shelter

Shelter: May 2015

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About Sheila North

I am an author and ex-journalist, who has written novels, short stories, and poems. I also help facilitate a writers' group. Check me out on Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sheila-North/
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2 Responses to A Gold-Rimmed Eye: A Poetic Blog

  1. FirstEdition says:

    Fabulous piece of writing.

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