Speckled Thrush

POSTED IN contemporary poetry October 31, 2013

Speckled Thrush

O speckled thrush
so cold, so stiff, so dead!
Your flame extinguished
a faded silhouette
a flyblown curiosity
no glimmer of light
from your half- moon eye.

 

Stark contrast
to those sparkling beads of lace
a delicate throw
on Nature’s grand bed
a sticky, intricate snare
where

Death also awaits

upon his secret tight rope
wraps his victims tenderly in silk
then sucks out all life
leaves nothing but an empty husk.

 

Is this your fate
O, speckled thrush
as you ‘push up the daises?’

Heavens no!

You are surrounded
by graceful, innocent
‘Christ-children’
damp with early morning tears
mourning your death
yet rejoicing in  the dawning
of a new day …

And look … O look!

A tulip cup
ablaze with glory
toasts the heavens

Feasts

upon the rising sun 

A herald of Spring and all
dappled, variegated things
Shouts out its certainty –

 

Your death, speckled thrush
Is Nature’s celebration
A new beginning ….
You have fulfilled your role
your purpose
In the eternal, circle of life.

 

 

 

 

Amanda Edwards