Morning’s Mockingbird
Ever a lover of sound and song
you are the bard of birds.
Your snatched song soars above us all,
spills passion from high-wire overdrive.
You, the bard of birds
trim the breezes with bits of mimic,
spill passion in high-wire overdrive.
Sometimes bold and snazzy and brash
is your breezy mimicry.
But today it is melody you favor
over ditties bold and snazzy and brash—
even heaven holds its breath in awe.
And when it’s melody you favor,
you lover of sound and song,
heaven pauses, holding breath in awe
of snatched songs soaring, blessing us all.
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beautifully written!
One of the great mocking cousins! Love how you honor the singer in these image-laden lines.
The whole poem sings, especially:
“And when it’s melody you favor,
you lover of sound and song,
heaven pauses, holding breath in awe
of snatched songs soaring, blessing us all.”
Love the form of this.
I’m really enjoying your poetry this year. This poems is just perfect!
Great topic for a pantoum!
I love the onomatopaeia you’ve conjured– just lovely.
Heaven holding its breath- great image.
A perfect use of form and an ode to this “bard of birds.” They’re one of my favorite birds. We used to have one at my grandma’s house that would pull out the rumble of an excavator and beeps of tractor occasionally and surprise us all!
Nancy, you are the queen of bird poems! Tightly woven and enjoyable to read!