In the hand of the Baptist by Raphael himself
The Christ child is reaching and touching your head
the blood of salvation is etched out in red
Chained by Fabritius and haunting The Hague
Trained to do tricks in the Dutch golden age
And gold marks your clipped wings
Hardy wrote of you, of tortures endured
In boxes of darkness you never deserved
And your cry is of freedom, your pure voice to soar
On thistle you feast, and your trills fill the air
Charms of you flocking, my autumn tree bare
Anointed as robins, the golden finch sings.
17.12.18 JG
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Joanna Garrido (
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A fine write Joanna.
😊 thanks have joined recently
thoroughly enjoyed my friend...
am sure it won't be too long before one comes along and leaves their mark here.. all good things, Neville
Thanks very much. Am new on here so not sure what you do but lovely to hear good comments like yours
my pleasure.. just keep writing my friend... N
WELCOME JOANNA ~ A beautiful Poem extolling a beautiful Bird. More poems please ! MPS operates by members reading & commenting on each others Poetry. Please check our site ~ Yours BRIAN & ANGELA
Thank you for the nice welcome and good comments. May take me a bit to find my way round site
A beautiful write about a beautiful bird.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you very much. With your profile pic you had to appreciate that poem😋
I have Goldfinches in my garden all the year round.
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