A beautiful, wintry vignette by Bronwen Griffiths.
She wanders the fields where the elms once stood. Nothing stands there now, only the winter grass and a cold wind barreling down the hill to the broken willow. Close to the edge of the stream, she dives into her coat pocket for the seeds and crumbs she keeps. She will wait for them to arrive; their fluttering wings matching the fluttering in her heart. No one knows she comes down here, day after day. Especially when the snows come, especially then. She won’t worry. Her feet have trodden these paths for eighty years — they belong to her now. Like the fox that passes each evening, they inhabit her dreams.
Originally published in Worthing Flash
Bronwen Griffiths is the author of, A Bird in the House, 2104, Not Here, Not Us – stories of Syria, 2016, and Here Casts No Shadow, 2018. Her flash fiction, short stories and poems have been widely published. When writing this piece, Bird Woman, she was thinking of the walks she did as a child and a teenager growing up in North Worcestershire. She now lives on the East Sussex – Kent border.
7 thoughts on “Bird Woman”
this poem exudes an air of confidence and happiness.
I thought so too. And the photo source is as good as Bronwen’s work. The article with the picture tells of an 80 year old woman who is being arrested for feeding the birds.
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Lovely. Makes me wonder what I will be doing at 80.
It isn’t too far off for me. I think I might be content feeding the birds.
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