Poetry by Joshua Meander
I noticed thirteen blackbirds on a lawn,
Charcoal storm clouds brewing above. Normal
Or a disturbing dark omen?
Alone, void of help, void of stares.
All the blackbirds mute yet twitching.
Ubiquitous body language.
Are these glossy black-feathered birds
Congregating for mysterious plot?
Each minute accentuates fear.
Feed this furnace of burning coal,
And I’ll wake Caim, the Dean of Hell,
A vocal coach to deadly words
In the weird cackling of blackbirds.
Nah! 13 is invincible one,
Trinity -- Divine company.
Those obsidian angels shall
Point me to the apparition
Of deceased King Dag of Sweden,
Who’ll teach me how to understand
Intelligent songs of blackbirds.
I worry no longer. I want
Glossy black feathers, a slick
Coat to wear on lawns or above.
I must find a black cap & gown
- Joshua Meander of Forest Hills, N.Y. His poems are romantic in spirit
with a touch of drama.