#magpies
Salute the magpie,
the solitary one without even a mirror-friend.
Turn a circle on the spot,
recite the rhyme out to its end.
In time, more arrive.
In time, a future told and spoken,
in magpie voice,
talisman and token.
Then, old love,
it is well enough to go
regardless wounds or weather
even so.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
We're not supposed to be together
Were not two of a feather
But I cant stop staring at you, that beautiful rainbow color
How I wondered how you'd be as a lover
But I don't want to freak you
I'll dive bomb with my affection so true
I can't help it
But Its so hard to admit
So I'll wait so patiently for you to feel the same
I'm not the type to stake a claim
I'll see you with a dandelion but I'll keep away as if your porcelain
Maybe that's why its forbidden
I've seen that your porcelain is cracked
And I love you the way you are I don't mind them and it's not an act
Maybe you like my iridescence feathers?
even if you love another
I don't mind I'm not a jealous bird
and I swear I'll keep my word
your a dandelion, you grow in hard conditions
I'm simply a confused sunflower
staring at the wrong sun,
you
and we're both musicians
I hear you chirp and I'm smitten
I don't know why. I'm sorry. I just needed this written
I hope dearly this doesn't change how we act.
I just want to be the Magpie that you allow to nest next to you.
if not...I'll adapt.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 4:09 PM UTC
Nest with me, dear
Let me know your love, please stop flying above, I need you near
Your coat of feathers glitters more than any treasure I've found
'All that glitters is gold' is a lie, because your flesh and bone, and yet you shine unbound
I see you flying around, staring, wanting me. I do need you, but not like you need me
You spree
I stay
But I need you
Now that you're in my heart, I can't find someone new
You're mine, and I need you close. I need someone to love
So please, dear Falcon, stay with me. I can forgive you
Please, dear falcon, don't leave me
I can't love anyone but you, despite how you treat me
Maybe soon I'll see your gold is only bronze, but maybe I'll stay with you
Magpies do mate for life, but that doesn't mean it's true
But my nest is always open, for you dear falcon
Filled with trinkets, I'd leave for you
So please, dear falcon
Nest with me
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 4:44 PM UTC
Oh, please, dear magpie, slow down
My wings flap viciously as I look like a clown
The deeper my desire, the farther you are
The night sky twinkles, but you're the only star
Oh, how I wish to sink my claws into you
If you only knew
How much I love you
So please let me tear your flesh open
I only need to feel you broken
It's only natural
At least I'll feed you to my hatchlings
Your love will grow in their veins
Like how the moon waxes and wanes
As well as how your pupils will wax and wane while I feast on you
I swear I love you
I need you in me, need you to stay with me, I need you to keep me alive
I'm just trying to survive
But I'll never let you go
like how a Falcon will never stop chasing a Magpie
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:31 AM UTC
I've just noticed,
as I looked up from writing poetry,
A magpie purchased on the high back
of one of my outdoor setees,
Staring smack at me
as I sculpt words.
Fixed, it holds itself still, measured.
Scheming its next swoop;
Taking in my features,
I was a moving target.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
Sit bones ache on the dampened ground
A nest in the thicket where I’m sat down
Untended grass blocks my silhouette
Spring whispers freshly across my dress.
Sun raising blush to speckled skin
Imagining the heat of your breath again
Magpies scouring for succulent feast
Reasons and trials threaten our peace
The valleys and hills
The joys and the thrills
I’ll go back tomorrow to be with you
If only in a daydream
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC
Magpie sitting in your sorrowful tree
go find a friend, or let me be
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 10:56 AM UTC
Broken flight
They went down somewhere
in the trees
The sky is sad
and full of remorse
But never Calliope
Broadway and 52
God knows
they got to you
She sings songs
of their misfortune
Decidely the muse and
mother of importune
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
Broken mirrors
Broken hearts
Broken minds
Like shards of glass
The patterns forming a work of art
Shrouded by demons of the past
The black cat saunters over
Tipping salt as he alludes
To the bad luck I can’t dispose of
Rubbing salt into my wounds.
I see an Orthodox priest
A ***** blonde with blue eyes
The people murmur as he passes by
Garlic, they cry,
To fight the psychotic presence
In order to eliminate
This demonic essence.
He blessed an expectant mother
In flat #43
He doesn’t recognise her folly
And leaves her in glee.
A young soldier
One among 3
Died after his cigarette was lit
From the same matchstick
As the clock struck 4
A constant reminder
Of its incessant tick-tock
In spite of the woe
The woman- pregnant no more
Comes to the cemetery threshold
Wishing her late husband
And stillborn boy cheerio.
I look at the sky
There they glide, the harbingers of evil
Thick billed ravens and crows
A symbol of one’s sorrows
Flying over the dead
In search of a feast of despair.
Leaving my new shoes on the table
I kiss my love’s forehead
And point at the rainbow outside
While thinking I’m the luckiest woman alive.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
A crow dares to mourn his
loneliness after he failed to
commit to his ******
And the flamingo dares
to say to all her flamboyance,
"Your feathers may not shine
as luminous as my
own," while the magpies standby and
enjoy their lives too much.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC