Treasure Island

Alison Cassidy

(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

The Birdsong is Harsh This Morning


The birdsong is harsh this morning.
Messiaen cacophony -
strident,
raucous,
squawking.
Crows, cockatoos, currawongs,
even rosellas
with their squeaky-toy voices
sound
so loud.

Perhaps they remember
my screeching last night
when I couldn't make you understand.
And now my throat is sore
and you have turned your back.

The birdsong is harsh this morning.

Submitted: Friday, January 05, 2007
Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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  • Dawn Sheryl Koenig (3/3/2007 9:02:00 PM)

    Excellent poem Allie! Your transitions are clever with amazing word choice communicating sound and emotions. The page fills with coarse tones but with beauty. Birds song does create a cacophony and that word is wonderful in your second line with Messiaen. Your transition to human strife in the personal realm brings the whole piece into a moving concert. I'm so proud of you for writing this. Your poetic powers are growing as quickly as my son who now towers over me!

    Hugs,
    Dawn (Report) Reply

  • Jim Foulk (2/11/2007 12:05:00 PM)

    a beautiful write. I love the sound of birds talking with one another, to hear any bird in the morning, is so wonderful to hear. you did a great job of bringing this piece to life. (Report) Reply

  • gone gone (1/14/2007 8:32:00 PM)

    Ah, Allie.....the many colors and songs of love.....twelve tones and more....many-octaved range, eh.....through the tangles and the jangles......great poem...strong and clearly audible........ proclaiming all, with love....there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome......heart's truth.......ooof......you two hold precious treasures in your hearts and hands.......some must be shouted out....the lives of all critters life......sometimes quiet...sometime less so...........I hear soft whispers of love as well.......bless you both......with passion and truth in perpetuity.....

    Love, C
    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (Report) Reply

  • Not a member No 4 (1/8/2007 5:15:00 PM)

    Nature and Art reflecting life here. A wee bit of self mockery too? Though very intelligible your theme is never simple. Life in all its complexity made digestible by means of clever use of varying poetic forms.. Jut taking them as they come here Allie, and every poem has something unique to offer. jim (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (1/6/2007 11:57:00 AM)

    A great portrayal in this piece Alison, good variety of words and a clever ending. Both sides of the story are very complimentary to each other.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/5/2007 8:54:00 PM)

    Allie>>>I Like th' split construction you have so creatively employed, here...Flows like a penny on a glace of ice.....Solid Penning, young lady (Report) Reply

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