Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Tuesday poem #316 : Erin Bedford : Reed Warbler to Cuckoo

Funny egg
blithe bird
don’t fret

You didn’t mean to
it was just a trick of nature
an old rule of biology


And who pretended more that you were mine?

Your red-raw throat wide for everything I brought
you outgrew the nest
before I thought to peck and run you off

Now look at you on your high branch
grown so fat and fine
some part of that mine
singing songs that sweep me away

Trick me again

Erin Bedford's work is published in William Patterson University's Map Literary, Flash Fiction Magazine, The Temz Review, and Train: a poetry journal. She attended and won a Certificate of Distinction for her novel Fathom Lines from the Humber School for Writers. Currently, she is acting as shill for her second novel, Illumining, and a manuscript of poetry. Follow her to find out more @ErinLBedford

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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