The bird themed poems this week were inspired by last Wednesday’s watercolor painting of feathers. The first is a Golden Shovel poem using lyrics from Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds. I couldn’t get the song out of my head while writing about birds. The second is a free verse poem about feathers.
Little Bird
The street lamp brightening my window is my sun because it’s three
a.m. and I’m awake sketching little
drawings of lakeside sunsets and listening to the sing-song trills of birds.
I wonder what bird is awake with me so early (or late), singing a pitch
perfect song. I look out my window to see a mockingbird by
itself, perched on the birch tree outside my
window. In the morning, I find he has left a feather on my doorstep.
Sources: Three Little Birds by Bob Marley
Feathers
Midnight blue, scarlet, inky black, moss green, speckled brown
Splotches of ink blotted onto silky fabric.
I think of feathers lost like strands of hair
But while feathers are a treasure to be found
My hair only chokes the vacuum.
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