Cast in Bronze

A single tiny cloud
in an otherwise vacant sky,

the inkling of a moon –
and then the birds arrive,

swerving, climbing, swooping,
flocking into sunset.

As the gold coin drops
into the slot of night,

bird wings briefly singe,
cast in a bronze tinge.

Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2021

selective focus photography of bird flapping wings

Image by Chris Sabor on Unsplash

My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings: Bird is the Word

Rommy is back this week with a prompt for the birds. she says we can can shape our words around a particular type of bird or birds, or just birds in general. I’ve reworked a piece from 2017.

28 thoughts on “Cast in Bronze

  1. There was a tree where all the birds used to love to congregate in my neighborhood right around sundown. The local association had it cut down, but I still have fond memories of how they would gather there and mark the day’s end.

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