Wednesday, October 1, 2008

The Bone Bird



The bone bird

Born from an egg as tender and sweet as honey by moonlight,

Flies through an ash sky

Into an Autumn as smoky and crisp as the remembered dream of a last kiss.


The bone bird

Is known by her song of glass, and the Queen-of-the-Nights it holds;

Flowers like feathers

Beautiful only as an ache is beautiful, or a parting.


The bone bird

Has made her nest above my door;

She will not fly

When Winter comes like Lady Death.

Instead, we will be two crones

Sipping tea in the twilight,

And when she sighs and has no more songs,

I will let the fire die

And tell her of your smile.

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(Thank you to the gorgeously talented Christene, who introduced me to the black tulips called Queen-of-the-Nights.)

12 comments:

Nichole said...

It's as lovely as

When You are Old
by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

Art and Poetry said...

It is nice I like the ending!

Cynthia said...

Oh, I'm weeping, your Bone Bird poem is sorrow dipped in a sublime,
joy carefully hidden in plain sight, the most special part is
two, sipping tea in the twilight.

Fireblossom said...

Nichole, I love Yeats, and that's the perfect companion piece. Leave it to my brilliant sister to come up with that.

((((((((Nikki)))))))))

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Arts & P., I always appreciate you reading and commenting!

Fireblossom said...

You're so special, Cynthia...and your comments are extremely special to me. Thank you. :-)

Kelly Dickson said...

Mmmmm - i am loving this, and agree:
... two crones
Sipping tea in the twilight

Is exquisite

Kx

Fireblossom said...

*serves up some China Black for K*

(((((((K)))))))))

susanna said...

This is such a perfect poem for this season. And for November, too. Are you sending your work in for publishing?

Fireblossom said...

I love this time of year, Susanna, and it seems to inspire me. :-)

I wish I knew more about submitting work. Someone was kind enough to send me a helpful link, however, and I am going to check it out! ;-)

Tracey-Ann said...

This is beautiful ~

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Tracey-Ann. There's another one you might like, called "Crow In Love" that's listed in my favorites.