Timeless heron in silent flight
Is it hungry
White horse stoical beneath a pink blanket
ambiguous expression considers
a paddock of squelch and slop.
Does it not like pink
is it the rain
or the loneliness?
Five trees crenellate the track
fourth one dead, stark
grey against a monochrome sky.
Was it born before colour photography
did it look up at the sky and wish for blue
did it smile when the snowdrops fed upon its rot
or did it look at the lush four and feel lonesome?
flies along the plume of a
(Green steam from an unseen train)
windswept copse as it
caterpillars the horizon
lands on a bough of steam
and steals the mirage.
What of the magpie?
One for sorrow
or back to its glamour
and two for joy?
4 thoughts on “Two’s Company, One’s a Cloud”
Two for joy H xx
Yes, the old rhyme has meaning H xx
I love this poem, especially the verse about the trees. It painted such a vivid image in my mind.
Thanks Emma, I really appreciate your comment. The poem came about when I took a stroll along the canal, and everything seemed so alone.