6:00 AM
the phone is ringing
from the back corner
of the yard
spilling out from the throat
of the mockingbird
perched on the corner
of the fence
he calls and calls
waiting for someone
to pick up and answer
maybe he hopes
for a shy girl-bird
who only talks over the phone
who will softly reply
to his shrill ring
they will talk for hours
phone bills running ever higher
he says
she says
until finally he coaxes her out
next to his side
flashing his fine white markings
and they look at each other
one sharp dark eye to another
Pamela Olson, 4/1/09
National Poetry Month
Read, Write, Poem - Metaphor
What a delight – bird talk as a phone call, great ‘concept’ (wish I’d thought of it!) Just wonderful!
This is excellent, It really drew me in and I loved every second of it. Great writing! This is going to be a great month
I second the love of the idea of bird talk as a phone call. This is a very nice poem.
A clever metaphor. Loved it.
Very nicely written.
I will never look at a calling bird the same way again.
Blessings,
Linda
NaPoWriMo -
THE JESTER RULES
Wonderful! What a surprise, from the first line to the next. It made me happy.
Great metaphor. I’m a city girl and more often than not I am envious of those who relate to nature so easily.
We’ve selected this as one of 5 poems to be featured from Napowrimo Day one over at Dash30Dash.
wow…
this is great, really really great…
i loved “who will softly reply
to his shrill ring”…
i really enjoyed this.
The birds in the trees behind my house are especially loud and exuberant this year. Nicely captured.
Nice. That bird drives me nuts. I hear it and start looking for the phone. He’s got it down perfect, as soi you.
I love it! And you!