It rained all night. Today
I dry-muse, inside, on tall roses
prolifically budded pink, yellow, red,
rising behind landscape layers
of glossy green. A blackbird thrashes
to the surface of the window-side shrub.
Ungraceful she is, faded black
with an eye duller than poets suspect:
nesting. Good mother, she must not blink,
must keep her head eternally cocked,
wary gaze on the shadowy unknown.
I wait, unmoving, not wanting to intrude.
(Ear eternally cocked, not even wanting
to listen, I hear the distant metal screech
of the city-bound train. Good-bye
for real, she said, stooping to kiss
her faded mother. She’s dressed for a party,
I think this is an answer, of sorts, to the beautiful Prom night by Jenifer Cartland (Poems from in between).
7 thoughts on “Bird Watching”
Wonderful storytelling poem, I like the two last stanzas, in brackets. Thank your for sharing your graceful poetry Jennifer.
Thank you for reading, and for such kind encouragement!
I was wowed by “I dry-muse”–fabulous; then got sad as the poem went on–“Goodbye for real” made my heart constrict. Great writing.
I didn’t set out to be so melancholy, but I was feeling melancholy, a little. Thanks for the positive feedback!
Thanks for the shout-out, Jennifer. So fascinating that you are able to communicate both sides of the coin in a single poem — I could not get my head there! Lovely.
Your poem was on my mind, then I was trying to write something, anything, and it became about motherhood. Surprise, surprise.