Alison Cassidy

(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

! ! Hand-fed

A scarlet beak
tapped at my kitchen window.
A scarlet head
stared at me through the glass.

A dog barked.
The bird didn't flinch.
It perched insouciantly -
head tilted to one side.

I opened the back door -
the bird turned its head.
I held out a handful of seed.

A pair of green wings
A pair of soft claws
fastened companionably around my finger.

Seconds later
the mate arrived.
She landed on my shoulder
fixing me with the brightest eyes.

My beloved grabbed the camera.
No battery!
No matter.
The image is indelible.

Submitted: Thursday, December 31, 2009
Edited: Friday, January 01, 2010

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  • Original Unknown Girl (1/8/2010 9:00:00 AM)

    Wow! What a beautiful picture you painted with words.... sounds like a couple of brightly coloured parrots. Fabulous imagery - you're certainly still on top of your game. Really enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Prashant Shaurya (1/8/2010 3:03:00 AM)

    your description of the bird is so vivid that it actually leaves an indelible mark on the reader's mind..
    and your universal love doesn't spare anything..
    a thousand cheers to the lady with the'golden heart'
    10+++ certainly..

    warm regards
    prashant (Report) Reply

  • David Harris (1/8/2010 2:08:00 AM)

    Allie, I loved the beautiful imagery within this wonderful poem. You are always able to display to the reader a picture that imprints it indelibly on the mind to stay with them. Birds and animals will only go to those they trust will not hurt them which speaks volumes about you. Another one for the Cassidy classics. Top marks and thanks for sharing that special moment with us my friend.
    Hugs David (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (1/6/2010 4:27:00 PM)

    Unable for some reason to register his comment on this poem, Naseer Ahmed Nasir sent this as a message:

    You have captured a beautiful moment and a wonderful image in this poem. The image first you preserved in your eye's camera then transferred to your memories storage and finally successfully transformed into words to share with us. The whole process is so lovely that one can really feel the pleasure you have gone through. Warm Regards.

    Naseer (Report) Reply

  • Sonya Florentino (1/5/2010 2:45:00 PM)

    what a wonderful may have lost it to the camera but you have captured it in words.....i can see it clearly! (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Blakemore (1/3/2010 6:31:00 AM)

    How lovely Alison. This is a beautifully described piece of work. Those birds sound really pretty. Thank you for sharing this poem. Love, Andrew xx (Report) Reply

  • Meggie Gultiano (1/3/2010 12:02:00 AM)

    I wish I was there to enjoy the sight. and brought along my cam.Well, Ali, better be prepared next time..LOl, you have beautifully painted an unforgettable scene. (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (1/1/2010 1:23:00 AM)

    First poem to reach me in the new year of 2010 and could not be more welcome as it is by dear Allie - - can see the scene you paint with your ability to transform the set with poetical acumen - - - a delight to my winter-cold morning's mind - - - hugs and greetings from Fay. 10 (Report) Reply

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