“… He turned away, kicking through a deeper drift, and saw
that there was a girl standing beneath the bare crown of an
elder tree. A sparrow fluttered into the branches, followed
by another, and then a third, until there was a small flock of
them preening and fluttering their feathers above her head.
Her chemise and skirt, brown as the sparrows, blended with
the dreary colors in the garden”
~ from Thornspell, Knopf, 2008
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I have been posting few poems on sparrows since I completed the ekphrastic poetry series because, as I said last week on Twitter, “I’m into sparrows right now.” Just to mix things up a bit for today, I thought I’d include an extract from Thornspell, which features—yes, you’ve guessed it—sparrows. 🙂
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