Poetry
Blackbird in Snow
Gary P English
issue five
After Kate Bush’s “50 Words for Snow”
A blind blackbird hears in stillness
his marsh of muddy
sleet the distant hooded mountain
purrs from powder peaks.
He tunes his ear to missteps
from hunters who dream
of blackbird pie.
A sheen of blue picotee glisters
on his polished black back
in December down.
Feathers fold ebony veils
over scarlet ombré wings arrayed
against arctic fur
He canvasses the terrain,
glides deeper
into cattails twisting
stalactites of ice.
The quiet snow
serenades his reedy refuge.
Another song’s trill warns,
hunters advance.
About the Author
Gary P English (he/him/his) lives in Baton Rouge, LA, where he and his partner share a home with two cats. He writes poetry because he can’t help himself. Besides writing, he enjoys baseball, painting and playing the guitar. His poetry has been published in Grey Sparrow Journal, Stonecoast Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Two-Thirds North and elsewhere. Read more of his poetry at garyenglish.net
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