When I sat down to post today for Poetry Friday I had no idea what to write about. Then I looked out of office window and saw five magpies playing on the grass across the road, and the words of a poem by Judith Wright came to my head:
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.
I’ve blogged before about different poems that make me tingle – that make me smile, or cry or shiver, and that stay with me for years and years. This is one of them. What a perfect extended metaphor, and about a bird I love. I hope you love it as much as I do.