NEST
Hidden on the top
of the green shade,
made of twigs
and shadows,
smaller than any
of my fingers,
lingers the tiny nest.
Best I not open
the window,
or let the shade down,
or that smudge,
nudged by a breeze
will be squeezed out of
sanctuary.
Egg-laden, unwary,
it will slide down
onto the deck, unheard:
a wreckage
of unborn birds.
© 2016 Jane Yolen. All rights reserved.
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Very touching...and of course, Jane's internal rhyme makes it sing.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Matt, Jane. This poem does sing. I especially love "that smudge,/nudged by a breeze." I'm also happy to announce that the nest in the wreath on our front door now has two healthy and hungry hatchlings. :)
ReplyDelete"made of twigs and shadows", part of what Jane does so beautifully, bring new images to our mind's eye. Just beautiful on this spring day. Thank you Jane & Michelle.
ReplyDeletemade of twigs and shadows I do love that line it is amazing how each brands magically fits so perfect to gather inner twinge froing a nest I love your poems thank you for sharing this
ReplyDeletelittle bit oh home with us on this spring day :)
how each branch I ment
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ReplyDeleteSigh...so beautiful. Every line.
ReplyDeleteOthers' words can make us more gentle....
xo
I was walking into Walgreens today and saw a wreckage of a nest. So sad. Unwary.
ReplyDeleteYes, every line! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jane...lovely and oh so sad. And thank you, Michelle...this has been a wonderful challenge. I just wrote something and will send it over. ;) I couldn't resist!
ReplyDeleteSo touching. And beautiful. All at the same time. The internal rhyme is pure Jane. Thanks for sharing, Michelle and Jane.
ReplyDeleteWell, this is amazing. The last two lines are heartbreaking. Thanks for sharing it here.
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