"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

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Written by Jeff Davis
He lives in Asheville, North Carolina, USA.
His blog: Natures

The poem first appeared in the Nantahala Review 2.2

The Bird Returning to Its Nest
(after a painting by George Braque)

Back. Back to the nest,
a cave, a boat
on the sea of earth,
to live in it.

Some haste to the form
of her flight,
she comes
from fields of wheat
& rose hedges
which have filled her wings' shadows.

She might have flown on
nowhere, her eyes cooling
obsidian.

She is tired, but it is more simple.
She does not arc down
for one night only.
She is given:

Like an anchor,
she does not move her wings
into this depth,

this dream
she remembers
as she returns
to the nest and three eggs
empty of everything
but the descent.

Posted with consent of the writer.

3 Comments:

  1. Gordon Mason said...
    Love the "fields of wheat
    & rose hedges
    which have filled her wings' shadows"

    Great images.
    Small Footprints said...
    Very powerful images! Wonderful poem ... thanks for sharing it!

    Small Footprints
    http://reducefootprints.blogspot.com
    WHY? said...
    Oh, the strength and fortitude of a mamma bird! Beautiful!

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