Now the Cars Are Moving.

Gold cherry

By Ewan

Mon, 08 Jun 2020
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Now the cars are moving,

I miss the bird song,

 

Or is it that I miss

the emboldened birds?

The brash and characterful

villains, who used to strut

outside my window

that faces a huge sycamore

and the block of flats hidden by it.

Raucous Jack Daw,

Thieving Maggie Pie,

Black Jim Crow, of piratical air,

who snatches loaf-heels

from overflowing bins.

Even the pair of starlings

on the old coal house roof

have flown away.

Come back, Peter.

Come back, Paul.

 

Something regained

is now re-lost,

now the cars are moving.

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Days Like These
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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Exactly.  I'd just about got used to the birdsong on the walk along the main road into town, and now it's gone again.  I'd just got used to the air smelling like air and not car exhausts too, and I suppose that will be back to normal soon.  

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You summed up the mood perfectly in this poem Ewan.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by littleditty on

cars are moving? Boats are moving again too x

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

nicely reflective

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Ed Crane on

It is surprising and comforting in the way nature so quickly re-takes it's space. Reading this reminded me of the time not so long ago when Eyjafjallajökull erupted and we had aircraft free skies for a few days. I recall sitting in the garden and the loudest sounds were the chiff and chaffs from little birds squabbling in the bushes.

A lovely poem 

Thank you for some pleasnat memories.

 

Submitted by Ewan on

for reading and commenting, Ed.

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Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Excellent, liked 'brash and characterful villains ' and 'of piratical air'. Like the way you're imaginative with words, take a shot at things, it gives your work a unique style

 

Submitted by Ewan on

for stopping by and leaving a comment, Stephen.

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