A poem that I wish I had written!

MAGPIE by Sian MacKay.

I heard the Magpie.

The word on its tongue

Shrieks.

Magpie is the tarot card.

We counted four, four

For a boy, we

Counted, we counted

Three for a girl.

Magpie you are like

A witch.

You cackle, you cackle,

You boil your broth,

Collect your treasures.

Swiftly swoop,

I do not believe you.

Steal all of the eggs,

I do not believe you.

Magpie the deceiver,

Piano keys your structure,

You do not whistle in the wind,

You are not gentle like the dove,

You are not wise like the rook,

Like the rook,

Big black book.

Keepsake style,

The silver, the silver.

The yolky smile,

The stealer, the stealer.

I heard the magpie.

The word on its tongue

Shrieks