Gallows-like,
the dark beams of my bedroom balcony
are silhouetted against the dawn.
Restless, half-awakened by the dawn chorus,
I lie and watch the turquoise of first light
become suffused with fiery gold.
Unseen magpies carol from nearby trees,
whilst kookaburras laughingly rejoice
at the passing of another night.
I am another day old.
A contest entry
- Images of Nature by apoeticinjustice.
900 points, ended February 7, 26 entries
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Comments
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those damn magpies!! lol I enjoyed this read...but not the squawking of the magpies which I'm forced to listen to myself every morning! haha. Well done.
Rory
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Rory
Thankyou for reading, commenting, and for your very generous applause.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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