Staycation, Spring 2020

Two wood pigeons woo and coo on the resurrection tree,
They have built a nest in the crook, ready for new life;
Obliged to honour their ancient contract with nature,
They prepare to sit out their tender tenure until the end.

I doze below them on a Titanic-style deckchair,
Relaxing in the last resort of St. Elsewhere-by-the-sea;
Suddenly the wood pigeons become mocking birds
As they fly off to an horizon I cannot reach.




Poetry by Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-11 at 16:44

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Beautiful and poignant, and a pleasure to read. Thank you for posting it!
2020-04-12


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Birdwatching is a pleasant activity, and especially during this time, I find myself doing it often. The sudden reversal of fate, the flying of birds, at the end made me a little sad, though. All in all, a beautiful poem.
2020-04-11