For The Birds

Gold cherry

By Angusfolklore

Thu, 25 May 2023
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5 comments
 

Word has come upon wings

for all comers to the garden,

the lady has left such pretty stuff

for the making of their nests.

 

Her tresses left by wayside

for all birds to gather.

Rather her own scissors cut it

than it cruelly fall, drab loss

to the ravages of chemo.

 

Ringtails and fringe,

straight and curled,

such pretty stuff.

Specially dyed for this occasion,

her gift to all winged comers,

a crowning glory of all hues,

sent out on the hopeful sky.

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Simple and very moving. A well deserved cherry.

one thing: 'Rigtails' - sounds like it should be a word, even though I've never heard of it - combination of ringlets and pigtails, but I wonder if it might be a typo?

 

Submitted by marandina on

".. a crowning glory of all hues.

sent out on the hopeful sky."

 

I found this moving too. The acknowledgement of life even when one's own is fading. Beautiful. 

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

and delicately handled.

I hope you don't mind, but I've tweeted the link to your poem of giving at a time of loss.

best to you

Lena x

 

Submitted by Angusfolklore on

Thank you. Yes, of course :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

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