The Bookbird

A poem about a magical bird from my imagination taking flight on route to a new life and new discoveries


1. The Bookbird

Have you beheld the blissful bird

Two books she has for wings

Her feathers sewn from silver spun

Her beak can tell you things

Of tales of rulers of her land

A land which has no kings


Of why the moon doth shine at dusk

Once the sun’s said goodnight

And why the wind talks to the rain

In raptures of delight

And why the green elf is so shy

Around the woodland sprite


The sun shook out his golden locks

Across the bright blue sky

Pillars and beams of light shone down

And caught the Bookbird’s eye

He knew the time had come at last

The time he was to fly

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