Tag Archives: birdsong

Blackbird

. . . That day in the garden we heard

a bell-throated birdsong bounding

through the courtyard from St. Thomas’ Church,

a song so sharp it obliterated even the groan

of his wheelchair inching down the graveled path .

–Excerpt from “Blackbird” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Arts Review.

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Blackbird

The hills have buried the day

in this nondescript dawn. Stillness muffles

even the language of sparrows in the hedge.

The paving stones are damp with dew,

and ivy shakes on the wooden fence.

Blackbird, where is your song?

–Excerpt from “Blackbird” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Arts Review.

Rockery

. . . In future, we will recall these walks,

some prettier than others. The exquisite call

of the blackbird, trapped in a nondescript body,

sings delight from some scented corner

of mossed rock. We stop to listen . . .

–excerpt from “Rockery” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag Press, 2014). First published in Pulsar Webzine.

Cardinal Virtues

On the top branch of the tallest ash

sings a wild strawberry

in the form of a bird —

cheer-cheer-cheer-cheer-cheer-

–excerpt from “Cardinal Virtues” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in Front Range Review.