Magpies and Pines

Empty Gate, Spotted Among Pines

Curtains of ancient pines line valley ridge ways.
Magpie calls sheltered amidst a chorus of tumbling

pine cones. Empty gate among immortal trees, a whim.
Bamboo shoots in shadow, momentarily.

Herb Forage On Mountain Paths

Solitary magpie sings in idleness, a herb forage
gone from activity to sitting amongst sunlight stalks.

So long since I’ve seen you on these winding paths
the serendipitous wine is always the best.

Wandering Under Maidenhair Tumbles

Poems line by line on dragon scales, chitin in chitin
in golden tumbles of maiden hair. Lit dew shimmers.

Anonymous writer lost in shrines of magpie warbles.
On a whim I follow cranes to jade peaks.

Magpie Song Under Star Light

Hollow mountains innumerable and vast
touch heavens edge. Solitary magpie calls

under an empty sky. Dragon fire flares
burn bright without concern, no worry

with our realm so why ours with theirs?
I join the magpie in song.

Thatch Hut, Conversing Magpies, Seeking Sage

Magpies wrapped in conversations on a bramble fence
ancient ruin of thatch lies idle amongst pines.

Footprints mark dust streams leading into immortal
depths. Snowy egrets startle, then rest in tree tops.

The magpies won’t say where you are so
I follow tracks into fathomless ridge ways.



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About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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20 Responses to Magpies and Pines

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Musical. As always the first few reads I just savour the sounds and lilt, with a few images jumping out and sticking in memory. Then reading again the flow of imagery coalesces, the story emerges. Its a feast on so many different levels, beautiful stuff!

    • I never figure the musical/sound element but it’s so nice to see it come through. And since I figure it’s subconscious, I’m not tampering with that.

      And I didn’t intend for a story but if it’s there, bonus. Swear my brain does what it wants some times.

  2. Ben Naga says:

    Always refreshing.

  3. Effective combination of imagery with the magpie and dragon allusions. Also enjoyed much your choices of illustrations. Thank you.

    • Thank you for commenting.

      I just love magpies. And I love dragons. Made sense to combine them at some point. And the illustrations are so much fun to find. It’s nice to see them being enjoyed.

  4. Eve Redwater says:

    Wandering Under Maidenhair Tumbles is my favourite! 😀

  5. chris says:

    These are lovely. Like Eve, Maidenhair Tumbles is my favourite.

  6. Magpies wrapped in conversations on a bramble fence
    ancient ruin of thatch lies idle amongst pines.

    You’ve captured so many vivid images throughout. This is one of my favorites!

  7. Wonderful poetry to accompany the amazing art.

  8. mairmusic says:

    these are absolutely beautiful!

  9. colleen says:

    A journey to the magpie cry. I especially like Wandering Under Maidenhair Tumbles.

  10. wolfsrosebud says:

    nice collection… enjoyed thatched hut

  11. D... says:

    These poems have a lovely lilting quality akin to that of a babbling brook. I think there’s something very Asian about them. Puts me in mind of the poetry drinking game I heard they used to play. I can’t remember which Emperor it was, but they would send a cup of wine down a waterway and when it stopped at a person then that person would write a little poem.

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