I have taken up birdwatching in a more serious way in the last 2 years. As a result birds have begun to migrate stealthily into my poems almost without me realising. This poem began a series of three (I haven't written the other two!) exploring the supernatural revelations and visitations to Mary, Elizabeth and Zechariah in the story of the nativity. Suddenly a falcon took the place of the angel Gabriel and it seemed to work.
Mary
A vast winter field under the sky,
Under crows bitter in the wind,
Under the hard erratic clouds,
Under the transparent night.
The world is annunciated
With bird. Grey bullet-bolt
From the heavens from which
Most scatter like rabbits.
Mary imagines God like the falcon
But cannot escape his grip,
Much softer than she thought
Whose release shows flesh
Open to the sky, the wind, the heavens.
A vast winter field under the sky,
Under crows bitter in the wind,
Under the hard erratic clouds,
Under the transparent night.
The world is annunciated
With bird. Grey bullet-bolt
From the heavens from which
Most scatter like rabbits.
Mary imagines God like the falcon
But cannot escape his grip,
Much softer than she thought
Whose release shows flesh
Open to the sky, the wind, the heavens.
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Hi Mate or should i say Pioneer Mate, thought i would say hi and share poetrees!
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love your writing - keep it up!
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