A poem for Margot, the queen of blackbirds, whose Easter eggs hatched over the weekend, inspired by the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. This week’s words are:
| TEST | POTION | MUSE | OWN | SIGN |
Drink, said the muse and you will know,
Look for the flame-lettered sign on the wall.
I own I saw no great symbol there,
Or tasted honey in that cup at all.
Watch my lips, said the priest, and believe,
The test of your faith; you must take my word.
I own I saw only a puppet leer,
And the wind in the reeds was all I heard.
The blackbird sings when the spring buds burst,
He sings his heartsong in a voice so clear.
I own I see roses in the sweet notes falling,
And the scent of pure love in what I hear.
Drink of this potion and know the answers,
Blown in the breeze as it ruffles the sedge,
Caught in the dewdrops that spangle the roses,
In blackbird’s sweet voice as he sings in the hedge.