For the past few weeks I’d caught it
echoing across the village, a lazy iambic chant.
When you heard it too, we smiled together
at the rare sound of the cuckoo’s two-note song.
We forgot that it’s a cold-hearted parasite,
hatched and nurtured to the tune of another bird’s lullaby.
We were oblivious to its innate cruelty
to the builders of the invaded nest, those patient warblers.
We ignored the murder of eggs and chicks
ousted by a ravenous foster child intoning its spring paean.
Kim M. Russell, 6th June 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetry Form: the Ghazal
Grace is our host this Thursday, supporting Gay with more examples of the ghazal. She reminds us that we can refer to Gay’s article for tips on writing the ghazal, traditional or contemporary. I decided that this time I would try a contemporary ghazal.