A June afternoon
By Parson Thru
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A June afternoon
Fading into evening
The day before the rain
Birdsong echoes bright
Across this accidental idyll
Sparrows scrap among the hedge
Pigeons call
“I told you so!”
“I told you so!”
The garden blackbird
Safe among the fronds
Far out of reach
Trills his complicated case
Beneath the curling tip
From across the gardens
At the cusp of the imaginary
Hangs the faint response
She emerges from the house
Jaw traditionally set
Chin swivels up
To set her countenance
Upon the gentleness
Training her ear
Towards the blackbird’s pitch
Shut up!
The blackbird doesn’t hear
She settles
Leaning on the table
Equilibrium falters
The signal red geranium catches her attention
I bought that
She informs the garden
The garden, generously
Yields to her assertion
My compassion, thinning
Trends in the direction of the blackbird
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blackbird doesnt hear..
blackbird doesnt hear...reminds me of a song about a lark...pretty song. Says "sing" if it makes you happy, the lark cant hear you, sing! Or something like that. The garden is always generous..im right there with you with the thinning compassion vibe...prefer when that tree is blossoming, right? Difficult. Blackbirds are cool. Great song x
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I love that the garden
I love that the garden responds, as if understanding. Some lovely images and lines in this too. Blackbirds do indeed make complicated cases in their songs, the line gave me a little gasp of pleasure, and red geraniums are definitely signal red. And compassion does thin at times because it just does, yours and the garden's. Rachel :)
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