Sunday 20 May 2012


At the foot of the birch,
rain gathers the breeze
and birds arrive to speak -
falling silent only when
the church bell
sounds her turn.

Summer seduced us yesterday,
but this morning
when we woke -
the blackbird sighed
and sang of rain
in mourning, lilting tones.

Close I get, and closer yet,
to the blackbird's orange beak;
He holds his ground,
the counsel stays -
I, flightless, retreat.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2012
for dverse poets
images from dakini's bliss   
and dave stewart album


Sherry Blue Sky said...

So so beautiful, Shaista, as are the illustrations.......the photograph is spectacular. What a glorious spot.

I especially love the rain gathering the breeze........and the blackbird singing of rain in mourning. Is that your sweet face behind the blackbird???

The Unknowngnome said...

So delicate the worded images, I've read and reread this several times now and it's so hard for me to retreat.

Well penned!

Mary Helen-Art Saves Lives said...

The soft green peace...the retreat to slowly heal with the rain drops kissing a weary traveler. Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart

Brian Miller said...

watch out for that beak or he just might give reason for that mourning...smiles...breathe deep...

Lydia said...

Such an accomplished poem. Lovely.

Tigerbrite said...

This is lovely. I have a pair of blackbirds in the garden who regularly perch on the jacaranda tree outside my study window. Such a joy.

A said...

Wow... I am speechless!

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