Posted by: Peadar Ban | February 18, 2010

A Defiant Chickadee

From eaves hang crystal spikes
Twisted by stormy winds
That whistle through attics
Across chimney tops and roar
Around bent birch limbs,
Against their threat the winter long.

But it is the spikes of melted snow I see,
Eyes of ice inside
Tapering length looking straight at me,
And hear, faint, nearby, piping
Of a defiant chickadee.


  1. see hardy’s “the darkling thrush.”jfm

    • I did a thrush thing a couple of weeks ago.

  2. Every now and then you write a good one. 😉

    • Thank you, Mouse. Your seven words have made my day.

  3. I didn’t tell you how much I like this. Give you a clue. I came back to read it again, swipe a copy and say
    “hey, did I tell you I like this?”

    • Thank you, Alys. It’s often the littlest, isn’t it? Perhaps a good name for a chickadee would be David, or Mary.


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