Berylline, Sweet Berylline

September 30, 2010
By 00Justine00 BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
00Justine00 BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

Berylline, sweet Berylline, please come out from your nest.
your feathers are as lightning bolts, grander than the rest.
The forest where the song birds perch
is bigger than your Arizona birch
you should know of other feathers
than those that gather in the heathers.

Berylline, sweet Berylline, won’t you look at me now?
You realized things you should realize yet your mandible points down.
The nest you made of lichen and webs
is old, but not your final bed.
Berylline, listen to me; you’ve got a glittering crown.
Not any male can quite match your coverts of cinnamon-brown.

Berylline, small Berylline, why are your wings so quick,
so fast to learn to fly away, to go on and frolic?
Let me tell you, you should not go a-looking for your beau
While none of them have really made your emerald gorget glow.

The author's comments:
This poem is based off of he Berylline hummingbird; comparing this humming bird to the actions of a young girl wanting to go out in the world and date right away.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!