"The Nightbirds" by Rose Mary Boehm

 

The Nightbirds

The nightbirds in the black-inked park,
tucked into pockets offered
by the rain-heavy, leafy hands
of the horse chestnuts,
once sung for me and my new love,
for the Jew from Haifa
and his goldene from Berlin,
for a beginning with an end,
designed by life's ironies,
fated by ancestral guilt,
portent of certainty,
song of lament
offered to indifferent gods.

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Rose Mary Boehm is a German-born British national living and writing in Lima, Peru, and author of two novels, short stories, as well as eight poetry collections and one chapbook. Her poetry has been published widely in mostly US poetry reviews (online and print). She is a Pushcart and a Best of the Net nominee. All her recent books are available on Amazon. The new chapbook, The Matter of Words, was published a few weeks ago. A new full-length collection has been accepted for publishing. https://www.rose-mary-boehm-poet.com/