Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe





The lone magpie isn’t worrisome
Sitting on an eave,
Beak dipping between wing feathers
Intent on preening
Not knowing that here, sat alone
People passing take him as a symbol for sorrow.

However, the little birds
Gathered in the frosty trees
Sat in their cliques
Chirruping,(which is giggling for birds).
Tattling as if calling names after the lonely magpie.

They are worrisome.




Zoë Sîobhan Howarth-Lowe is a Poet and Mum from Dukinfield. She has an MA in Poetry from Bath Spa University.  Her work has appeared in Magma, The Lake, Atrium, Picaroon Poetry and The Black Light Engine Room amongst others.

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