[JakeAReynolds]

Hi all - I love writing poetry and this is something I've been working on for the last couple of weeks. All feedback appreciated!

The Day of the Magpies
i

The magpies gather around the cinders
The ones that burnt when life left me
Wind pauses and silence descends
Trees stand still in bowed respect,
Painted lightly with haunting frost
The days are old, the teapot’s cold,
This is the land of the magpies

Mirrors are portraits of the deadly still
Clean copper coins are grimy in the grass
The smell of money is that of the earth
The skies are clean and laced with grey
We’d wince if we heard the old taps drip
The morning lies, a new flock flies,
Down come the fleet of the magpies

Dense fog rolls and leaks all over
The hourglass is empty and lies in shards
Life is sugar, but the ants are dying out
Benches creak for a familiar face
And ponds crust over with an airless shell
Build a nest; let’s hope for the best,
Behold the flight of the magpies

Splinters stand up, aching with bluntness
Windows are suffocated with cobwebs
Gutter pipes snap and out comes the grime
Cathedral spires aren’t majestic any more
Sorrow is a song and it can be heard croaking
Through walls of cloud, here comes the crowd
The poisonous land of the magpies

ii

They peck and they tear and they scavenge for flesh
Eyes like tar survey the land before them
Inky feathers fall and descend with grace
They stand on a tightrope, bold and sinister
Then one by one they dart off to eat
The nights are long, no sorrowful song
Can stop the fall of the magpies

We would ache if we could feel the beaks
We would scream if the steel punctured skin
But they feast and they fatten on husks of bodies
Blood would trickle if it wasn’t so dry
Our bones are stripped, the world’s a crypt
And up go the magpies

A wild wind wheezes, the trees ache and stretch
Hollow houses whistle in the dead of night
Empty cans rattle across the black streets
Street lights quiver and their eerie light trembles
This is the night, prepare for flight,
We’re going to fight the magpies

Oaks and elms are falling like soldiers
Our ammo is the night and the war has begun
We’re fighting blackness in blackness with flailing limbs
But we find them and stop them. No more, no more
The fast were stopped, the guns were dropped,
In the night of the magpies

Dawn sheds light on the end of the battle
We’re still once more, the vermin has gone
They become part of the scene, cold and paused
The frost seals them to the ground with the bright copper coins
The night is done, the battle is won,
All hail the day of the magpies.

[the bear]

Very nice magpie poem
Goddam magenpies !!

[JakeAReynolds]

(Original post by the bear)
Very nice magpie poem
Goddam magenpies !!

Thanks very much


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