When Life Avenged The Blackbirds
When Life Avenged The Blackbirds
Here is where the river flowed
And married many other waters,
Offering itself to the mightier seas.
Here is where the tributaries appeared,
Here is where they vanished,
Here is where the nightingales twittered,
Here is where the sparrows flew,
Here is where the hermit-thrushes sang –
And here is where the blackbirds were stoned.
Here is where the green grass grew,
Here is where the marigolds swayed,
Swayed in a water-kissed breeze
With damp lips and racing pulse –
And here is where the blackbirds were stoned.
Here is where the marigolds swayed,
Yellow, majestic and drooped,
As if the shoots became too tired to be proud.
(Sometimes splendor has too much weight,
Sometimes magnificence has a price.)
And this is where it is all buried,
Barren and abandoned
Lying in its solitude,
In the silence of Death.
But this is where the crystal stream flowed,
This is where Beauty once touched the earth,
Landed from the air and folded her wings.
This is where the bluebirds nested –
And this is where the blackbirds were stoned.
This is where orchids bloomed,
This is where narcissus was born,
On this patch of rocks,
Once a fertile embankment.
This is where Life said to Death –
After the blackbirds were stoned –
“Fare thee well, Friend and Nemesis.”
And this is where
Death fared well.
Beautiful
Thank you. : ) Where is Sidra?
I go a darker shade of green every time you post something.
What tremendous fecundity!
I am grateful. : )