Each week one piece of writing from a project, Flight!, that started in lockdown will be published on the blog. This week it is the turn of "The Hoopoe - the Mourner".
January flight. Too soon for a Spring.
A bigger idea than I’d known before
And brought me here
To these long-distanced shores.
A hoopoe wept from close-cropped lawn.
Turn, turn, turn again.
Crested shadow’s memory
To sun-day’s shine,
And almost-forgotten rain.
We are the same that Butterfly Bird and me.
Tending time’s trail. Our world, round.
Far from home’s hearth in the heart of the sun.
Weeping for what’s forgotten
and what has yet to be found.