Rather than leaves,
the sturdy poplar
was clothed in starlings.
Inky black birds
rested on the branches
like dabs of oil paint
on a stretched canvas.
As the late day sun
settled just above the horizon,
each bird’s coat
an iridescent rainbow
revealing the glory hidden
in even the noisiest bird.
5 thoughts on “Glossy Messenger”
Oh, this is beautiful! I was going to pick out a favorite line or image but I can’t–I love each one!
Gorgeous picture, gorgeously described! Your vivid details, like “inky black birds / … like dabs of oil paint…” and “an iridescent rainbow” really helped me see the beauty in these sometimes-obnoxious birds!
If poems were paintings… this gem of a slice glitters like the “inky black birds clothed in starlings”… Just exquisite!
I love these lines so much. Brilliant and brilliantly vivid: “Inky black birds” and “like dabs of oil paint.” You’ve captured these starlings perfectly– loud, social creatures…not too different from middle schoolers!
What an awesome meditation on the serenity behind the sounds. Even from a distance, their rainbow feathers catch your eye! Watching the world like a true poet.