The empty home and blackened skies
Do not beckon until she dies.
Her conscious mind and wayward heart
Have but one thought – her song, her art.
Is it passion or is it fate?
Or an obsession that won’t abate?
She seeks her muse across land and sea
For that one perfect, thorny tree.
With promises laden on every spine
Of a song that will truly, truly shine,
She throws herself at the largest thorn,
And the dazzling sky begins to mourn.
Her empty nest is on her mind,
As her eyes fail and she goes blind.
The glaring sun fades to blackened skies,
Taunting, beckoning, but she can no longer fly.
As the bittersweet pain spreads like fire,
She blinks back tears to hold her head higher,
And in her death she finds the greatest beauty,
She sings a haunting song of mercy and cruelty.
All love and warmth and glory pales,
All joy and sadness and emotion fails,
For this song’s beauty holds the world in thrall,
And all time freezes except her call;
The final song ever heard,
From the beautiful, dying, lost Thorn Bird.
Again, I’m not much of a poet, but I didn’t feel like writing a long piece so I went for the shortest option. I recently heard of the Celtic legend of the “Thorn Bird”, and I really couldn’t just get it off my mind without writing something. There is truly something artistic in its sad beauty, so I felt a need to respond creatively to it.
For those of you who don’t know, the Thorn Bird sang only once in its life. Upon leaving its nest, would search endlessly for a thorn tree, and after finding it, would impale itself on the largest thorn and sing the most beautiful song in the world. The greatest things in life come from hardship and pain.
I found the idea hauntingly beautiful. What do you guys feel?
P.S. Thorn Bird (Celtic legend) not to be confused with Thorn Bird (Phacellodomus; a real bird).