Woken by the sound of birdsong,
at first a distant tin whistle of a song,
I pull on a sweater and step outside,
where a pink and yellow colourwash creeps across the sky.
When spring is almost at its peak,
with blackbird, thrush and robin spilling music from their beaks,
I can’t help but join in the joyful round
now the dawn chorus has become a wall of sound.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd April 2025
On Shakespeare’s anniversary and the twenty-third day of NaPoWriMo, the daily resource is the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the optional prompt is all about birdsong, which has inspired musicians and poets.
Our challenge is to write poems that focus on birdsong. We’ve been given a couple of examples: A.E. Stallings’ ‘Blackbird Etude’ and Shelley’s ‘To a Skylark’.
I’ve written a few poems on this topic, so gleaned some lines and phrases to create a new poem.
writing in north norfolk 
Beautiful
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Thank you, Melanie.
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I like the sound of spilled music, Kim! I can hear it all the way in Switzerland.💜
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Thank you, Romana!
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I love the dawn chorus. xx
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It’s great being morning people. xx
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I love this:
I can’t help but join in the joyful round
now the dawn chorus has become a wall of sound
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Thank you, Mich!
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Made me smile, Kim!
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