March Thaw with Dead Robin

This poem won Editor's Mom's Choice in the 2019 2-Day Poem Contest


little bird, when did you leave us?

stepped-past, kicked-aside




found among the droppings

of the mountain ash, its red heart

a cluster of berries



the head comes apart

to reveal its true centre

a single, pickerel eye



gnathic: did something gorge

briefly? that beautiful throat

conspicuously silent



velour of feathers

damp and receding – alive

with snow mold



wintering in this place the body

pauses, ensorcelled

by the serpentine wind



would you wake if I called you

by your other name? redbreast

you’ve slept so long



the next day, one last toboggan

navigates the trail, its scissor and weave

becoming birdflight

Published online August 08 2019.

This poem was a winner in CV2’s annual 2-Day Poem Contest. Every April, CV2 challenges players to create a new original poem that uses all 10 words of our choosing. It’s poetry under pressure for prizes, publication, and personal bests. Learn how to sign up for the next 2-Day Poem Contest.