Blackbirds: an elegy


The vines are full of blackbirds in the golden light,
No thought but to catch the dripping sweetness of the grapes.
No tangled webs they weave, of contracts signed and shipped,
Of blood and grief and men sent out to fight.

The blackbird eats until he needs no more,
Then fills the world with song without compare,
While we watch with eyes of stone or full of tears,
And count dead children washed up on the shore.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

16 thoughts on “Blackbirds: an elegy”

    1. I’m glad you didn’t see it coming. I wanted a sharp contrast between the natural, mindless but innocent way of the blackbird, and the cold-blooded, appallingly unnatural way of humanity.

      1. Listening to the politicians arguing the toss about refugees, and why we can’t have them over here, the lies and distortions they spout quite cynically to stir up pig ignorant voters makes me despair of mankind.

  1. Yep… I didnt see it coming! Beautiful, stark, haunting and SAD! But then it wouldnt be a Jane Dougherty poem if it wasnt sad. 😊

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