Poetry

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If you like my poems

If you like my poems, let them walk in the evening a little behind you
Then people will say, 'along this road I saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover
(it was toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants.' "

--e e cummings

Birds

I witnessed the preparation,
And then
formed like the tip of an arrow
calmly ducking and diving
They fly.

Carried on a chorus of whispers
I wonder where the task master is positioned
Centre, forward, back
Drilling for some spectacular
Some parade.

But I want to see what happens
when the spectators have gone.

I strain a glimpse into the distance
but too late.
I can hear echoes of my father calling

"Quick’s the word, smart's the action"

© Chris Hoskins

Lovers

Navigating the intricate flight path
guided only by the sun and stars
You return.

Your mate awaits

She tosses her head and preens
The breast bulges
The colours dazzle
The eyes acute and patient.

© Chris Hoskins

Delicate

Silent hollow boned
Noisy twittering drone
Spindled feet delicate
Marbled plumage intricate
Soft, gentle flutter
Dead in the gutter.

Robin

A bleeding berry smudged your breast
You’re alone
always alone,
Faithfully you visit
when I have forgotten

Freedom

Freedom, I court it,
But not you.
Daring, I fear it,
But not you,
Survival, I tussle with it,
But not you,

Flight, you invented it,
Not I
Music, you write it,
Not I,
Poetry, you are it,
Not I,
Freedom, You live it,
And I?