Song In the forest the last willow tit is listening to the wind carry away her song, is listening to the wind bring back its silence. We have her song in our hearts, on our screens, interpret the algorithms to engineer a new carrier for its pine-needle notes: soft moss feathers, the thinnest eggshell skull, legs, stalks from a beech leaf and a beak of thorn. We shall create a flurry, a cloud, a tide of them, set them free to flit into the forests where the air will come alive and the days whirr with the brilliance of wing and song. Jane Lovell is an award-winning poet whose work focuses on our relationship with the planet and its wildlife. Her latest collection This Tilting Earth is published by Seren. Jane also writes for Dark Mountain and Elementum Journal. She is Writer-in-Residence at Rye Harbour Nature Reserve. Her new collection 'God of Lost Ways' is forthcoming from Indigo Dreams Press later this year. Her website is here: https://janelovellpoetry.co.uk
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I love this poem!
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An exquisite wistful poem. Lovely!
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A beautiful poem for a beautiful bird.
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