AmplexusMelinda Wilson dancing girl press, 2010 $7.00 (includes S&H) available in our online shop Melinda Wilson is Managing Editor for Coldfront Magazine (www.coldfrontmag.com). Her poems have appeared in Diner, The Lumberyard, Arsenic Lobster, WOMB and Verse Daily among others. She lives in New York City. Mockingbirds We both like finches, chubby bulbs on the wires. They sleep up there. Roosting is what we say. They don’t say anything. You said, “in that shirt you are an Olive Sparrow.” I said, “in that shirt you are a Field Sparrow.” “You are precious,” you said. I wondered if you meant a Song Sparrow or a Deep-Blue Flowerpiercer. Am I your Seaside Sparrow chirping during sleep or a Little Bunting screeching from its perch in the rain? You said, “you’re a Yellow-bellied Seedeater,” when I wouldn’t eat the duck. I called you a Yellow-eyed Junco, uglier than a Cuban Bullfinch, or a Masked Booby, a real Hairy Woodpecker. You said, “no, really. You’re my Tufted Titmouse, my Carolina Chickadee.”
Melinda Wilson is Managing Editor for Coldfront Magazine (www.coldfrontmag.com). Her poems have appeared in Diner, The Lumberyard, Arsenic Lobster, WOMB and Verse Daily among others. She lives in New York City. Mockingbirds We both like finches, chubby bulbs on the wires. They sleep up there. Roosting is what we say. They don’t say anything. You said, “in that shirt you are an Olive Sparrow.” I said, “in that shirt you are a Field Sparrow.” “You are precious,” you said. I wondered if you meant a Song Sparrow or a Deep-Blue Flowerpiercer. Am I your Seaside Sparrow chirping during sleep or a Little Bunting screeching from its perch in the rain? You said, “you’re a Yellow-bellied Seedeater,” when I wouldn’t eat the duck. I called you a Yellow-eyed Junco, uglier than a Cuban Bullfinch, or a Masked Booby, a real Hairy Woodpecker. You said, “no, really. You’re my Tufted Titmouse, my Carolina Chickadee.”
Melinda Wilson is Managing Editor for Coldfront Magazine (www.coldfrontmag.com). Her poems have appeared in Diner, The Lumberyard, Arsenic Lobster, WOMB and Verse Daily among others. She lives in New York City.
Mockingbirds
We both like finches, chubby bulbs on the wires. They sleep up there. Roosting is what we say. They don’t say anything. You said, “in that shirt you are an Olive Sparrow.” I said, “in that shirt you are a Field Sparrow.” “You are precious,” you said. I wondered if you meant a Song Sparrow or a Deep-Blue Flowerpiercer. Am I your Seaside Sparrow chirping during sleep or a Little Bunting screeching from its perch in the rain? You said, “you’re a Yellow-bellied Seedeater,” when I wouldn’t eat the duck. I called you a Yellow-eyed Junco, uglier than a Cuban Bullfinch, or a Masked Booby, a real Hairy Woodpecker. You said, “no, really. You’re my Tufted Titmouse, my Carolina Chickadee.”
