Magpie flying in the storm
a straight line against the flying white
chaos of snow.
Snow in all directions
the air made visible in all dimensions
above, below, between
and the magpie dark, a flat arrow
just making for home
in one single dimension
pulling desperate order along
on it’s piebald tail.
Cathy's real country garden 
Just lovely poem – I was just reading Wallace Stevens’ ‘Not Ideas about the thing but the thing itself’ – and your winter poem has the same tone and defiance – this one tiny bird through force of will, dragging reality along with it. Bravo.
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Thank you! Your complement means a great deal to me!
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Good poem and picture. Thankfully no snow here just too much rain. There are always magpies to be seen. xx
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It was so determined! Stay dry. Xx
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‘Pulling desperate order along on its piebald tail’ is such an interesting image. Hard to imagine our carolling magpies doing that, but they’re quite different from yours, though it could be said, they are piebald as well.
The snow picture is beautiful as well.
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It was the contrast between the straight line made by the bird and the falling snow that inspired me. It was definitely working too hard to sing!
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