Hugh Mitchell

(Coventry, England)

One for Sorrow; Two for Joy


Good morning Mr Magpie
alone again, like me
I greet you then I bless myself
and hope that I shall see
your lady busy in the trees
up here in Jagger Green.

The wind is soft and urgent
on the pale green Yorkshire hills
rooks fuss in high bare branches
looking down on silent mills
and the magpie is a single bird
up here in Jagger Green.

I watched him as he rested
in the Mayday morning light
then hard and low and straight there came
another flash of black and white
and the sun is like a woman's kiss
up here in Jagger Green.

Submitted: Thursday, September 14, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (One for Sorrow; Two for Joy by Hugh Mitchell )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 3 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Ocean Swallows Another Day~~~, Monk E. Biz
  2. Dreams of Mind Reading, Brian Johnston
  3. Fences. They Are Everywhere, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. Ode To The Iroko Dryad, Chibueze Oscar Osuji
  5. What one should not do in the learned as.., Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
  6. I Got Lost in Your Eyes, Hebert Logerie
  7. Crawling Into Bed, Michael McParland
  8. Prime Truth - 95, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  9. Prime Truth - 94, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  10. Whatever Happened?, Mark Kosek

Poem of the Day

poet Sara Teasdale

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]