Goldfinch Nest
By Catherine Glavina
After Dead Bird - Olga Dermott-Bond
I gathered moss for you, wove bark and willow-down
within the slender branches of the tree. Say you like it,
say you trust the crafting of the frame. Then the cradle,
leaf-pressed comfort hollowed to a cup-shaped mould.
To line inside, to keep our offspring warm, I crosshatched
open land where greens and browns abound and found
a ghost-grey drift of thistle down, mists of milkweed floss,
free-falling dandelion tufts. Will those be warm enough?
It looks as if a breath of air, a wisp of cloud will tip
it to the ground but tensile threads of spider silk will take
the strain. Not fragile. Tent-peg strong. These will hold
against a season storm. Tell me you’re impressed. Tell me
we can place our hope in nuances of blue, in flecks of red.
Catherine Glavina
Catherine is a retired teacher and university tutor, dedicated to promoting the enjoyment of reading to young children, especially poetry. She grew up in the north-east of England and now lives in Warwickshire. She enjoys writing about the natural world. Plants, animals and a sense of place feature strongly in her poetry which has been published with Littoral Press, The Passionfruit Review, Dream Catcher and Allegro.

Photo credit: Andrea Lightfoot

