The Better Loaf


Hot bread on the windowsill,
a round-out crumbling banquet
as the Sparrow, Goldfinch, Blue Tit
don their finest topcoats.
The white and the grey, the reflection of blue pools,
thought and patience.
Wholemeal, rye and blackburn,
tin-topped feet find a merry, merry, dawdle
between the breadth of the wood
and the microfiche pane.
The top of the beak, a fork:
akin to those we set sail at the dinner table –
(feet to the floor)
the bottom, a mother in the dark
with a spoon for deep feeding,
caters her loves in pinches soft as
peppercorn mouthfuls.
As adroit and grandeur as the threading of a needle,
pray, be her child and their child in the warm of next year.

Β© Eve Redwater 2012


[Inspired by some tiny, hopping, adorable visitors I had on my windowsill this morning. I’ve put out more bread, so let’s hope they come back! (I’d like some pictures!)]
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68 thoughts on “The Better Loaf

  1. thank you for sharing simple pleasures from nature… The top of the beak, a fork:
    akin to those we set sail at the dinner table –
    (feet to the floor)
    the bottom, a mother in the dark
    with a spoon for deep feeding,
    caters her loves in pinches soft as
    peppercorn mouthfuls.

  2. I love birds too. They are so beautiful, even pigeons in flight are lovely. I love sparrows and mockingbirds, finches and blue jays. I’m originally from Maryland and I saw an oriole once. It’s beauty made me want to cry.

  3. You are surprisingly good (I was expecting blogs like this to be full of trashy poetry written by arrogant tools who write worse than a five year old πŸ™‚ silly stereotypes) no this is really good.)

  4. Is this for the poetics prompt? … Lovely write, the birds are getting a well fed meal it sounds like. I can’t wait to see them feeding nearby here too. There are two woodpeckers at work early in the morning here. You really the capture the moment so well.

    • Yes! I found my own picture – I wanted it to match the moment I saw that morning. πŸ™‚ There seems to be an influx of these guys around where I live – it’s lovely seeing them skip about the trees!

  5. what a great picture you paint with your words…somehow no “real” picture needed anymore…esp. loved..
    the bottom, a mother in the dark
    with a spoon for deep feeding,
    caters her loves in pinches soft as
    peppercorn mouthfuls….

  6. This makes me want to live in your world. It’a as if you exist in some sort of whimsical universe where life is a banquet of simple yet important and meaningful experiences.

    • Thank you for reading my poem! I haven’t seen them again yet, but I’m hoping because of the nice weather that we’ve had recently, they’ll make their return!

  7. What a wonderful spring poem! David Agnew is always writing about blue tits, so I especially enjoyed
    Hot bread on the windowsill,
    a round-out crumbling banquet
    as the Sparrow, Goldfinch, Blue Tit
    don their finest topcoats.
    What a wonderful idea! This is delightful poetry that sets my spirit to singing.

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