Lovesong for the Hoopoe

For S

the kiss

Kiss of the Hoopoe

Dearest WhoPoo,

May the tree of Knowledge
where you perch,
grow and be fruitful,
and may its shadow be a blessing.

May the leaves of the tree
and the feathers of your wings and tail
rustle and wrestle in the wind,
making the music of angels–

which makes the deaf hear sounds,
and the dumb sing freely
of the glory and the grace.
Peace be upon your face!

So tells a particle of sunny dust
on the feet of Solomon’s trust,
where it kissed the beautiful earth’s crust.


~ by Bombadil on September 5, 2010.

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