It had fluttered through the sky, this thing
But not a single, soft-sung tune
Nor chirping would it make.
Oh, how I'd wished that it would sing.
So I'd caught it in a cage, for me
And watched it ever so carefully.
It hopped from one swing to another
Peeking out from golden bars
I saw a look that made me sigh
For, if it could, it would have cried
And even I, had not a heart
So cold and cruel as that.
So I leaned over, opened the cage
And from it's misery it sprang
Out through the tiny door.
It's little wings spread open wide
And gracefully it flitted past
And out the open window.
I watched it fly away until
It reached my budding rosebush
There it stopped, and stayed so still
Then I thought I heard a trill
Yes! There it was, the sweet sweet song
That I'd known it had, all along.
But to my wondering, shining eyes
Came a terrible surprise
When my Thornbird dove into
The sharpest, longest thorn that grew
Upon my fragrant bush.
At that moment, all grew quiet
But for it's song, which graced the very heavens
Hearing it, I knew at once that even God had listened
To the tiny bird, that was living out its destiny
My hand went to my glistening cheek
And came off, moist with tears
For all the world had stopped to hear-
Yes, all of nature stopped to marvel
At the wondrous sound.
Author notes
I. Love. This. Legend. As soon as I read the prompt for the contest I had to write something...I've always liked mythology, but this is now one of my all-time favorites..The creator of the contest has the legend there, and for anyone who wants to google it, it's called the Thornbird. I'm not really sure whether or not I want to change this yet, but suggestions are of course welcome^-^as well as advice to keep in mind for the future
A contest entry
- The Myth of the ThornBird by DarkShard.
700 points, ended August 1, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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great imagery in this :] nice write.
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thank you^-^
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delicately penned, i loved your imaginative story it really focussed on the bird's will power and how it would not rest until it had found a tree to sing upon. how until that moment it could not and would not sing.
well done
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