A Bowerbird and Rose

This was inspired by the bird and the band

There the bowerbird hops with a rose in his beak

He's so black and drab he must dance and show for her

So he listens to the forest and the caws for him

And so he lines his bower with skeletons

This ugly bird thoughtfully decorates his hearth

With the forest shells scattered around the dirt

And shedded feathers of other brighter birds

He performs his dance with a dead rose and he shows for her

Persuading his seed and inviting her to fly with him

So he hangs the pretty dead leaves on his home of twigs and dirt

Will he dream and does he treasure her?

After his dance for love around the forest dirt ends

This male bowerbird drab and black

Decorates his nest with insect skeletons

Brightly feathers and holds a dead rose in his beak

For her loving caw he dances with desperate zeal

And when the shows done they waltz

To their death and decorate and soar together

In their forest in their sky till they finally sleep forever 

 

 

Author's Note

Its kinda rough reviews would be nice.

Reviews

[A Touch of Insanity:)]

I like this a lot, I love the imagery of the bird...

[Amanda Crandall]

Yeah it's a little rough but it has a lot of promise. There are some images that repeat that may not need to. I like the last two lines as well. What I love about this poem is that it is never said that the bird thinks itself to be worse than it is, but you can feel it the lines of poetry.