literature

I am the magpie

Deviation Actions

Willow-pool's avatar
By
Published:
249 Views

Literature Text

I am the magpie.

Alone and isolated,
Internally musing,
Some demons to haunt me
But mostly my thoughts.
All by myself, no different tomorrow.
I am a magpie, one is for sorrow.

A friend here to join me
A blessing indeed,
To help me when I cry,
And for me to do in return.
They have good morals twice stronger than troy,
I am a magpie, and two is for joy.

One more to join us
Will three be a crowd?
One way to see.
A delta of friends.
Together we find, adventures unfurl.
I am a magpie, three's for a Girl.

Two pairs now,
Will we be divided?
Enough to take sides
But we are forever bonded.
A troupe of us all, to see and enjoy.
I am a magpie, four's for a boy.

Our numbers keep growing,
But not for the worse.
It gets complicated,
However we are strong.
One natural leader, and us to help her,
I am a magpie and five is for silver.

Half a dozen.
Little divisions now.
Too many to be one.
Almost too many to bond.
Huddling together our hearts won't grow cold.
I am the magpie and six is for gold.

Tremors and differences,
Can shake our core.
Will we finally dissolve?
Or will friendship rule?
Friends can form cliques, do you fit their mould?
A friends secrets never should be told.

Magpies pick and choose
Are friendly to those who shine.
Others they see potential in
Take under their wing.
I strive to help you and teach you to fly,
These are my friends, and I the magpie.
I had an idea when I was trying to sleep last night.

It was mostly about which animal I would be like. I then thought of a magpie as I have a few trinkets and, treasures, as I call them.
Then I remembered the old rhyme.

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl
Four for a boy,
Five for silver
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret never to be told.


Then I thought I would have a stab at writing it.

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM NEEDED.

I didn't edit it much, so would love any help.

It's about friendships. Groups of people and how they interact as numbers grow.
It lonely when no one is there, just you and your thoughts.
Then a friend comes along and it's wonderful.
Then groups grow and differences form. Then tensions strain.

The last bit is about how I view magpies, and how their friendships might be.

I own this. Do not steal.
© 2013 - 2024 Willow-pool
Comments4
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
guitaristemily's avatar