Tuesday Poem: More About Sparrows—An Excerpt from “Thornspell”

“… He turned away, kicking through a deeper drift, and saw

that there was a girl standing beneath the bare crown of an

elder tree. A sparrow fluttered into the branches, followed

by another, and then a third, until there was a small flock of

them preening and fluttering their feathers above her head.

Her chemise and skirt, brown as the sparrows, blended with

the dreary colors in the garden”

~ from Thornspell, Knopf, 2008

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I have been posting few poems on sparrows since I completed the ekphrastic poet...