The magpie

The music was weighing heavily on our shoulders,
the vibration brought most of us to tears,
so strongly were the cellos playing in mineur,
that no one thought of the deceased by now.

The dusty sunlight hardly made it any better,
but then a magpie entered the wide open doors
and flew around over our heads a while.
So light his flight was, such a glider.

He carried all our sadness to fly out again
leaving us smiling through the ceremony,
while he was screaming proudly from the roof top
as his task with us was done.

Comments on: "The magpie" (6)

  1. Such a fine elegy. The magpie was a wonderful feature but the sadness was set so nicely before the magpie appeared.

    • Hi David, thank you very much. Magpies, I hate what they do to young birds, but they are so beautiful.

  2. You’ve captured a certain kind of ambiguity delightfully!

  3. The magpie loves to steal things … even grief, it seems. Love it all, especially the ending, Ina! XO ❤

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