Metamorphosis

All night the soft and silent doves

Sleep two by two beneath the eaves,

Or unseen but sibilant in deeper dark

Of chimneys, lintels of gabled windows.

But at dawn they suddenly change into

A thousand startled raucous starlings,

Frantic and flinging themselves into

The light, become the light, scatter of

Sparks from the flare of the red moon.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-06-07 at 14:51

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
In front of my place there is a huge tree where the birds sleep.
You describe well the dawn flights...
I often wonder why they have to talk so much :)

As ever fog you set thoughts along :)
2012-06-09


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Soft and beautifully written
Thanks for sharing
2012-06-07



Arise, my beauties!
What a splendidly observed piece, my friend. How well communicated the startling movement of change at first light, not to mention the vivid imagery of white against red.
Applaudeth.
2012-06-07