Poem -
about marmalade
mother likes birds
We don't shoot them
that would be a sin she says
she likes coloured birds
the red breasts or yellow breasts
Ones she can see
Now that her eyes are poor
I am putting out the bins
thinking about mother
thinking about birds
thinking about sins
about marmalade
how it tastes on toast
how I long to be bird
I think that thought the most
M ~
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'Listen to the Birds.' Picture Perfect Poetry. 🙂
Thanks so much J x
This should win
So so kind R... your comment is prize enough for me x
"how I long to be bird" so much pain in such a simple line... We all want to be seen by our mothers and so seldom are... Strongly expressive poem!
Thankyou so much my friend x
A longing to fly or to see things up above or indeed down below, so very beautifully written, I jumped out of a plane once in Marlow with a parachute , it was the closest ive ever been to the birds. Gorgeous poetry. 🌹
Did you?? God how brave!! Sorry for late reply and many many thanks x
Yes I did a solo jump no less, I raised some money for great Ormond street children's hospital. Well worth the thrill. once was enough though. 💜
Marmalade what a delightful expose on a standard of excellence. As a child my mother used to toast English muffins and put marmalade all over. Them. Great piece of
Writing!
Lucy
Thanks so much Lucy x