Blackbird, Blackbird

Blackbird, blackbird perching in the tree,
What is this song you’re singing to me?
Where did you find it? Under a stone?
Maybe it came from the dead man’s bone.
Strange is the tune, and odd are the words—
Mysteries held by no other birds.
Blackbird, blackbird, the stories you tell—
Some are of heaven, some are of hell.
Everything’s cryptic, nothing is clear;
You sing, I quake with frissons of fear.
Blackbird, blackbird, will you ever cease
Singing dark songs and give me some peace?

Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Posted on April 14, 2021, in Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. That is absolutely wonderful!

  2. Beverly Crawford

    This should be set to music!

  3. Nice lyric. Triggered The Beatles for me. Thanks!

  4. I was just thinking how cheerful everyone’s bird poems are, lol. This is deliciously ominous and beautifully worded.

  5. Nicely said, MMT. It is like like living in a foreign country in your own surroundings.
    We have blackbirds, they run in flocks, come intro the yard and then all leave together.
    Ours babble but they don’t sing like some of the other happy birds.

  6. What a delightful poem. I rather like blackbirds as they are bold and brave especially in the garden.

  7. This reminds me of the skipping rhymes we used to sing – delightful!

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