for Karen Knight
Little finch, head tilted
you note my presence, a guest in your house:
execute a backward somersault
land neatly near your water bowl
return to your perch for another.
You check I’m still watching
not diverted by four galahs outside
sharing breakfast with the hens.
You ring your bell, demand attention:
drop to your food bowl, scatter seed
and play with the beads on your abacus.
I really must leave but you draw me back
whistling the opening bars of Beethoven’s 5th.
I cannot resist your zest for life.
*
Little finch, you were much smaller
when your human mother found you
early on Christmas Day
severely pecked and bleeding –
the weak one pushed out of the nest.
Twice she put you back.
The third time she took you inside
fed you hourly with a dropper
sang to you, played you CDs.
Against the odds you survived.
*
The gods have smiled on you.
Or was it as legend relates:
the One God whose Son you helped
by pecking at the Crown of Thorns
as He carried His Cross to Calvary?
Were you protecting Him
from further pain? Or helping yourself
to thistle seeds? Or both?
That splash of red on your head
a reminder of His Blood?
*
You’ve been immortalised in paintings
lightly perched on the Madonna’s hand.
Your precepts: life is short
we should seize every moment
build goals, take pleasure in small things.
Little finch, you’ve shown me
how to live my remaining years.
A former English teacher, Liz McQuilkin began writing poetry after retiring. Her collaboration – with Karen Knight, Christiane Conésa-Bostock, Megan Schaffner and Liz Winfield – in the collection "Of Things Being Various" (Forty Degrees South) won the FAW National Community Award in 2010. "The Nonchalant Garden" (Walleah Press, 2014), was her first solo collection. She collaborated again with Karen Knight in "Renovating Madness" (Walleah Press, 2018). Her second solo collection, "Unwrapping Clouds", was published by Forty South in 2022.