The Birds

by

Jessica O'Toole

There’s music in the sighing of a reed;

There’s music in the gushing of a rill,

There’s music in all things,

If men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.’


– Lord Byron


They penetrate the dawn.

Their fast forward rhythm

Blinkers the blue sky,

Aching my eyes as I look


They float upwards, forwards, back

In a see-saw fashion,

And play with the wind

Through their feathers


Their fast paced action

Is minimal and rehearsed,

They own the blue above;

Opposite their deep water sisters


Tin-can machines

Cannot compete,

Cutting heavily through air

Flying, but not free.


Jessica O’Toole is fascinated by human interest stories, in a multitude of forms. Having studied English Literature, Staging Shakespeare and Music Theatre, Jessica

has performed spoken word poetry and appeared in plays and feature films. Alongside performing, Jessica produces and directs in the UK and abroad. She has

written reviews and scripts for an array of UK broadcasters and regularly produces

and edit produces scripts for documentaries and short form content. With poetry

published in the UK, she is currently writing a screenplay on ancestral patterns set in

Cornwall. She can be reached at @iam_jessicaotoole on Instagram.

Jessica O'Toole
Jessica O'Toole
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