Three blackbirds etch
across a sapphire shore
swollen with sunlight.
She quills her own
song in the snow
with tail feathers
and broken ink.
Prompted by toads.
The word group I worked up was:
swollen blackbirds snow tail feathers ink sapphire song
I am INSANE over this poem. Seriously, nuts.
“Three blackbirds etch
across a sapphire shore”
Lines like that are why poetry was invented in the first place.
You achieved a powerful contrast in these stanzas – stark imagery.
Oh, I love this. Yes, a powerful contrast. Life as it is.
Images which really come to life in different ways! Lovely words.