Woken by birds

Woken by birds

Waking fog-bound, light
falling silvered, through shutters
half-open for hunting birds,
wood-tappers, wall creepers,
misty phantoms, pulsing with life.

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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 “Woken by birds”

    1. I’m woken most mornings lately by a little tit hopping about on the wooden shutter and the window frame, tapping after insects. I don’t get out of bed until it’s finished. It’s a nice way to wake ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Ha ha! Our cats aren’t allowed out of the veranda until I’m awake. Husband feeds them about 5am and if they escape into the house I have Ninnie thudding out in the attic over my head.

  1. I’ve written a very similar feeling poem for the dverse wayra prompt but I need to find or make some art for it. The Oracle must be hovering around with the birds…(k)

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  3. The images you build are as alive and sonorous as birdsong in the morning, that reward we are given by life for opening our eyes and ears to the new day. One of the hardest thing to capture in words can be the quality of light–here it’s like a painting in that first line.

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