The mind is a driven bird
that rakes forest droppings
to find the necessary
for the nest.
Repository of creation and yet itself
an act of creation,
the nest is both the end product
and the reason-to-be of driven searching
for dead and dying bits of trees.
For my part I offer
brightly coloured lengths of yarn,
cut long enough to use
and short enough to carry,
for any bird making a nest
that will represent and cradle
what is coming next.
Old crone and crow together
make space for what will be,
feathering the nest
with soft sheep's gifts.
Creative nest will hold creation.
Copyright © 2015 Ann Tudor
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