Tuesday, 6 March 2012

The Colours


The colours of a magpie
wrapped in tissue with creases
where the legs like knitting needles
have crossed.

Soft lustre of wood rubbed and worn.
We sit in the heart shape, coaxing
ideas, music, a temporary glitch of flowers.

Here in this moment a jaunty shadow,
a dot of white beneath its song,
the lull of feathers as we sleep.


  1. cool piece...your use of imagery is fresh...original - the magpie was such a great establish point for the poem

    thanks CC

  2. beautiful use of words to create images here. I particularly like the knitting needle/legs analogy, clever!

    Really enjoying your poetry Cathy.

  3. many thanks for reading and for your kind responses.