Uncertainty of Magpies




Iridescence, grief with rainbow-sheen,

The colour of doubt. You count our brief tomorrows

Out with cackle-cries at the woes you’ve seen:

Black, one golden joy; white, two silver sorrows…”


Prophesier: scrying through the carcass,

Augur of our own prey’s flights, alas.

Black haruspex of carrion, carapace;

White witch of precious things, your alias.


For Blair, my very own magpie. Beautiful, ominous and glint-eyed; a soothsayer, dandy and wonder.




One thought on “Uncertainty of Magpies

  1. Dear James When you were very young you three children were fascinated and held by the power of magpies, always saying the spell whenever you caught sight of one: one for sorrow, two for joy…. This poem really captures the magpie and a lovely image of Blair. Thanks, Gran

    Sent from my iPad


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