Lori was a parrot on the shores of an azure blue Her plumage shone like emeralds, her brethren dazzled too Lori parroted the Heralds news, for that was the parrot way Hear and repeat, hear and repeat what the Herald birds had to say One day the Heralds squawked a warning and gossip turned to dread: Upon the shore are birds galore and their plumage is bright red! They’re not like us, they’re not like us! the Heralds screeched in fright For we are green and they are red and red is just not right The worry spread like wildfire on the shores of the southern sea They’re not like us, they’re not like us, they’re red, how can that be? They’ll eat up all our sustenance, they’ll poison all our trees There isn’t room for all of us, they’ll spread some new disease Lori listened to the rumours, felt the anger and the fear But found she couldn’t parrot onwards all the panic she could hear She wondered why such monsters would come to their far shore just to harm them and malign them. There must be something more? And so…Lori did something no parrot had ever done before By failing to repeat, she broke the parrot law Lori went to see with her own eyes what the heralds said they saw… She came across the reds huddled tight upon the beach Their faces drawn and haggard, a haunted look on each Singed wingtips from some far-off flame kept them grounded on the sand She heard them weep in disbelief at the loss of their homeland What happened to your home? Lori asked with great concern And they told her of its fall, how they had watched it burn How families had been shattered, how they were forced to flee How the only option left was to cross the open sea Lori listened with an open heart, felt their waves of pain Heard how their lands were different, yet also quite the same Heard the parrotness of each bird in every word they said: They’re just like us, she thought, but we are green, and they are red Lori flew back to her brethren and repeated what she’d seen Parroting to all who’d hear that these reds were just like greens She guided many to bear witness to the reds on the southern shore: They’re just like us, they could be us, why didn’t we see this before? When the greens saw the truth of the reds for themselves, the tide began to turn The Heralds began to change their tune when they saw what the greens had learned Fear gave way to compassion as they welcomed the reds to their fold The reds shared their customs and knowledge, hearts filled up with liquid gold When their homelands had stopped burning and their wingtips finally healed The reds returned to their jungle, though some chose to stay in this new world revealed And Lori? She chose to cross the sea and learn more of their far off land A bond was forever forged between the reds and greens of jungle and sand
This one didn’t come easy, and I’m not entirely happy with it, but I’m taking my own advice from my last post and not being so precious about things. As Liz Gilbert’s Mum says, ‘done is better than good.’
4 thoughts on “Lori the Parrot”
It’s great, Rae! The message is conveyed beautifully, and it’s an important message. Love it! The important question is: Did you have fun writing it? Are you enjoying your creativity?
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Thanks Melanie 😊that is a very important question, this one was a hard one (didn’t flow like they often do), but I found myself going back to it at odd times because I really wanted to finish it & now that it’s it makes me smile, that’ll have to do for now 🤣
How’s your writing going?
Yeah, I get that. Writing is still work (which is fine!). I’m trying to balance all Liz Gilbert is saying. The finished product, though, always seems to bring joy. I’m personally addicted to inspiration. It happens for me a lot. But actually putting that inspiration to work is another matter. I have a few unfinished projects and ideas. Thanks for asking about my writing! Because I’m in Spain right now on holiday, I’ve not been writing anything other than journaling, which still counts!🤣 I’m here for another 2 weeks so we shall see if I set aside some time to have fun creating a poem or something. The sun, sand and sea are rather distracting!
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I totally understand what you mean, it’s like exercise, it can be hard when you’re doing it but you can feel elated when you’re finished 🤣
I’m just like you, I have notes on top of notes of ideas but very few of them get written, though I tell myself there’s always more time, it’s not over ‘til it’s over 😊
I’m glad you think journaling counts as writing because that assuages my guilt at doing so much journaling instead of creative writing! I think it’s the same procrastination impulse as my daughter who had exams this week so felt it would be the perfect time to sort all her cupboards and drawers, anything but revise 🤣
Enjoy the sun, sand and sea, a wealth of inspiration right in front of your eyes! Hope you’re having a lovely holiday ☺️