Poetry: ‘Hope’ is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson

Today’s poem reflects the amount of birdsong taking place in my garden just now! The birds are happily munching on crumbs, seeds and suet balls on their bird table while I pot up some bedding plants.

I’m a big fan of Emily Dickinson, having been introduced to her work at university (first time round!). She is often tagged as ‘miserable’ (while many equally moany male poets are deemed ‘thoughtful’). In this poem, she equates a bird with the energy of the spirit in our souls. It’s a quick and easy one today.

I hope you enjoy!

Lots of love (and keep safe!)


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