Best Magpie Poems
A lonesome magpie~
perching on a forlorn wooden stairs
on a snowcapped mountain side
spells serenity in the day light.
The barn house reflects
the pale lavender shadows~
a soft blend of chiaroscuro;
The thickened snow in impasto
reminds me of winter daydreams
of my love so far away.
The hanging frosty pearls
on dancing dainty twigs~
sparkling like chandeliers
in ancient sanctuaries;
Like the diamonds I keep
as a symbol of his promise
that one day soon~
he will come back to me.
3 February 2021
Notes: The Magpie (French: La Pie) is an oil-on-canvas landscape painting by the French Impressionist Claude Monet, created during the winter of 1868–1869 near the commune of Étretat in Normand.
(Photo and info credits to Wikipedia)
Categories:
magpie, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
I look out upon a lonely Magpie,
I feel a great stirring deep in my heart,
As he gracefully glides across the sky.
He’s always searching for his other part,
The Butterfly to whom he gave his soul,
I feel a great stirring deep in my heart.
But he does not know that he is still whole,
Even when apart she is still with him,
The Butterfly to whom he gave his soul.
For that’s what love means, it is no whim,
Giving yourself wholly to another,
Even when apart she is still with him.
And the Butterfly is with her lover,
Knowing the greatest gift that one can give,
Giving yourself wholly to another.
My heart is yours for as long as I live,
I look out upon a lonely Magpie,
Knowing the greatest gift that one can give,
As he gracefully glides across the sky.
*Decoding: reading the first line of each stanza forms a message to my “Magpie” from his “Butterfly” (as does the last ;) )
Categories:
magpie, butterfly, love, marriage, passion,
Form:
Terzanelle
Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.
Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.
The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.
The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.
Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.
The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.
The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.
Categories:
magpie, adventure, allegory, bird, death,
Form:
Sestina
Magpie
Magpie, this jewel of a bird with songs that flicker like a candle.
These notes, the enchantment of a thousand mornings.
we cannot capture its sound- the magic of movement,
the notes up and down.
When ravens stitch stars to the silence of night and
fold their black, splendid wings
we wait for the magpie - and morning
in a galaxy of dreams.
Categories:
magpie, beautiful, bird, song,
Form:
Free verse
I have a friend who is, to the best of my knowledge, a magpie.
All shiny, all sparkles of metal and glass are placed in my palm as a little gift, a bit of treasure.
So maybe then, she's a pirate. One Long John Silver with a golden tooth and a keen eyed parrot. And she pillages and purges to bring me little metal castles, radio faces, moonstones and roses and bright button badges.
Just like a Brownie. On a long brown sash wrapped around my chest. She brings me glittering adornments that glow with my achievements.
One day, I'll give her treasure for her nest.
Categories:
magpie, friendship, me,
Form:
Free verse
Each morning I hear the warbling
As she sits in my tree
She greets the day in happiness
And when I go to water my plants
She follows me closely
I fill her bowl with cool water
Next I see her taking a drink
And she will take my offered bread
Then she sits in the tree
To warble the day in.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
magpie, nature, world,
Form:
Ballad
More than one cactus plant is called a cacti
Must follow that a bunch of fungus are called fungi
Sounds kind of Asian
If I may be so brazen
The only thing left that rhymes with cacti is magpie
Categories:
magpie, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Ode to the much maligned Magpie
Mr. Magpie standing there
So majestic with unblinking stare
I salute you and I say good day
I’m superstitious - don’t want to risk sorrow coming my way
Mr. and Mrs. Magpie flying by
I watch you as into your nest you fly
Finding food for your babies, girl or boy
Just hope you bring me peace and joy
Magpie trio strutting along
You always look so big and strong
Elegant you look as you give a twirl
You look so regal you must be a girl
Swooping down you form a quartet
Trying to find some food for a bet
You would try to steal - that is your ploy
Rumour has it, it’s a sign for a boy
Five eggs lie nestled in your nest
Mother Magpie needs a rest
When the nesting time is over
History has it five means silver
Six young Magpies all alone
All very hungry and far from home
Crying for Mum because they are cold
Could be a sign that they’re going for gold
Seven Magpies now that is a breathtaking sight
Always up screeching in the early morning light
Ever noisy, brazen, greedy and bold
How do you keep a secret, never to be told?
Barbara Brewin © 2017
Categories:
magpie, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
Margot cooked a sweet maggot-pie
Birds were rapturous one was shy
She was so little
A tootle tittle
Got the jump on 'I am magpie'
I am magpie/Limerick- copyright© rajat kanti chakrabarty 24 November 2014
Categories:
magpie, fun,
Form:
Limerick
gaudy trinkets
ovoid treasures
magpie’s nest
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(C) John C Michaels, February 2017
Categories:
magpie, bird, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Six magpies brought their mourning squawk,
soon joined by several others,
disturbing all their neighbour's talk
and waking sleepy lovers.
Some hopped and did their swaggered strut
between a felted flat roof top
and a guttered water but.
Some preferred a higher perch
and troubled nearby taller tops of green leylandii.
All the while their squawk increased
and shattered suburb's morning peace.
Two black crows flew overhead and settled,
one on gable top, the other found his place to stop
and watch from nearby psychamore.
Upright, silent, silhouettes,
not bearers of the magpie pall
but undertaking nonetheless
to show crow's dignified respects.
They joined this congregation
to recognise corvid's connect.
They joined this chorused agitation
while magpies mourned their murdered son,
crumpled feathers low on grassy ground,
til course of squawk and strut had run,
and one by one they flew, without a sound,
and all was done, and all was done.
Categories:
magpie, bereavement, bird, death, death
Form:
Rhyme
The world’s mine to obtain;
I will firmly grasp all of the treasures it holds.
The world’s mine to obtain,
full of living toys existing to entertain.
Overflowing with precious gems, silvers, and golds,
my safe to store everything ‘til it rots and molds.
The world’s mine to obtain.
Categories:
magpie, life, religious, social,
Form:
Verse
The Magpie bird sings wonderfully,
Even it can dance nicely.
Once she saw a grasshopper,
Her heart bit was getting louder,
She caught that grasshopper softly.
Categories:
magpie, beauty, bird, food, humor,
Form:
Limerick
After a rainfall
A magpie sings and dances
And eats an earthworm!
Categories:
magpie, animals, nature
Form:
Haiku
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow - must this always be my fate?
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, never destined to meet my mate.
The solitude of the magpies existence,
Weighs heavy on my heart.
I salute the magpie - a recognition of its sorrow,
Parallel to my own as the magpie departs.
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, the magpies eye catches mine
"Good morning Mr magpie how's your wife?"
A mutual bond is all that's known.
Suddenly a flash of black and White fills my sight,
Another magpie, the magpie is his wife,
Happiness fills the empty void,
Didn't you know magpies mate for life?
Categories:
magpie, animals,
Form: