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The Robins

by John G.Hall 

Posted: 12 October 2003
Word Count: 91
Summary: one for sorrow .........

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The Robins

Lucifer legs strike the flint earth
sulphur coat in flames he bursts the rain
feathers crackling on the tinder of privet
fuelled by the blood of worms,untouchable
as the sun his sharp song is turned bright
from his scissored beak, musical razor-wire played
around a green encampment, his nest thought safe
at the centre of his mind, while along the roof tops
the white feathers of Magpie lower their black nibs
in the cherished keeps of the Robins speckled eggs
agape mouths already tasting their golden ink.

John G.Hall(c)2003

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Ioannou at 18:05 on 15 October 2003  Report this post
Your language has such a hard tone. I enjoy it, and see it runs through your poetry (I read the others). When I saw the title of this one, I thought it might be a twee Thomas Hardy style happy poem. But instead I got this shiny, sharp one instead. Thank god! Love, Maria.

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