Magpie Feathers

A Tale about a Magpie Woman...lucky for some.

Dressed in magpie feathers
she hid behind dark glasses
stole glances for tomorrow
from unsuspecting guests.

Drawn in black and white
the world revolved around her
Attracting gold and silver
she furnished her  fine nest.

Dressed in magpie feathers
stuffing  superstitions
in her lucky bag she found
her sparkle has been raided.

She stormed out of the city
She brooded on the horizon
she learned to love the grey clouds
while her friends became jaded.

She danced in the dewdrops
to the sound of the rain falling
she waited to catch the rainbow
but no longer needed  gold

Dressed in magpie feathers
full of glistening raindrops
they sparkle like bright diamonds
She never can be sold.

Reviews

[Kgosi]

wow-
its amaizing how luxury doesnt beat self love and naturing. i love you poems...
they ar simple and digestable.... they are like nuddles on a sunday morning. lol
beautious piece.

[Jenny Nelson]

Great poem! Clever concept... magpie. Love the way this goes from greed and dependency on things, to freedom when you can forget about material things and just enjoy life.