The Secret Keeper’s five words prompt this week:
WORTH | SPARK | PLOT | QUAKE | SPY |
A nice set of words that tripped off the fingers like spring chicks.
Photo © Gegik
In the garden plot that quakes with stirring life,
A green spark ignites the flourishing,
The quaking, stirring breaking of bounds.
Bonds of winter snap and fray,
In the cloudy light of day, with rain in the air,
Snow on the hills,
And a blackbird that spies a worm,
Worth its weight in blackbird gold,
Of spring sunshine.
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It does trip off very nicely–a lovely picture of spring just beginning.
Thank you 🙂 We have blackbirds nesting in the garden this year. At least they’ve built a phenomenal nest. Doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll use it—you know what blackbirds are like.
I’m going to have to look up blackbirds and blackbird nests–after I actually get some work done. 🙂
I love blackbirds. They’re mad as hatters, but that’s part of their charm.
Oh yes, your poem is ‘worth its weight in blackbird gold’. My garden this morning – how did you do that?
I pinched the pic from wiki commons 🙂 We haven’t had a sniff of frost this winter.
You make it look so easy, Jane.
I also love blackbirds. Or crows. (Are they the same?) They always seem to be up to something.
Crows!!!! Blackbirds eat worms. Crows eat dead goats and anything else putrefying that they stumble across. Blackbirds sing the sweetest summer song of all the garden birds. Crows croak. Crows are intelligent. Blackbirds are…not.
“Worth its weight in blackbird gold”
I feel I want to be crow-like and steal this shiny line…
Do borrow. It’s one of those lines that popped out unbidden, the kind that I always suspect belong to some voice in my head and not me.
Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2016 21:36:17 +0000 To: jane.dougherty@dbmail.com
“Worth its weight in blackbird gold” is indeed a fine line, but taken as a whole I believe you struck “gold” with this one.
Thank you! It’s a poem that almost wrote itself. Spring is in the air 🙂
Very nice job.
Thanks Don 🙂
You’re welcome
A image of a fluffed up feathered bird hopeful Spring will be arriving soon. But first the snow must melt away. You did grand with the words, weaving them into a poem leading them along with the blackbird into a delicious reward of food for one and sunshine for the all of us to share. Marvelous.
Thank you 🙂 I love blackbirds and their manic searching for worms as if that’s all that matters in the universe.
I suppose most of us have something we love searching for repeatedly, we may nor be aware of our call to investigate and reveal the mystery.
I’ve put out all sorts of tasty morsels for Mrs Blackbird who sits patiently on her nest, but she still prefers throwing the leaves about and digging in the dirt. Habit or pure pleasure?