Winter Jackdaws by John Davies - Derbyshire Poetry
PUBLISHED: 12:08 15 July 2010 | UPDATED: 17:32 20 February 2013
A poem about this remarkable bird and the exceptional winter conditions by John Davies
Ashen November skies Chimney pot hugging against the pelting misery. Death dipped, lime eyed, slow fired Hemi-concious, schizophrenic cries. Blasted from the tree tops With the last of the shoaling leaves. Black flowing acheron, sky rowers Paddle turn into a flecked vortex.
Early December mornings and Ash-dry bodies dot the smoking stubble As the brittle, wafer-ice sun Slowly uncrisps the earth. Up into the Byzantine blue-gold. Winter
Christmas, New Year, January, February And weeks of snow- freeze cycling The worst for a generation. Sloe floating, church mobbers, mocking The slithering clostrophobia of the village. Out over the lunar brightness Drifting tranquility At home in the monochrome calm.
Slow, dripping thaw into March Blurring into the grey-green, Fire scorched, acrid acrimony, finally Resolving out of the drab water colour Pair-pegged into the iron wood. Spring.
John Davies - 11/03/2010