then i see him

a hummingbird

flying at the edge of the earth

i stand mesmerised

frightened, delighted, happy

hanging on for dear life

my heart rate

twelve hundred beats per minute



by mary ann blinkhorn

16 thoughts on “hummingbird

  1. rusky says:

    You googled the heartbeats…I still loVe it

  2. ayasonice says:

    Humming birds are certainly breathtaking! I’m always excited when I see one as well 🙂

  3. evildick13 says:

    there is a hummingbird moth indigenous to north america, you know…

  4. onwindydays says:

    Oh my gosh, I had a hummingbird fly into my garage once. Actually seeing them is a totally different story. They are so tiny and fragile, yet really beautiful. Their wings beat so fast it’s unbelievable. I never saw another after that. Oh well…great piece by the way!

    Thanks for follow, I definitely hope to read through more of your work soon 🙂

  5. “My heart rate
    twelve hundred beats per minute.”

    Lovely. The perfect line and perfect end. Well composed.

  6. Roxi St. Clair says:

    Hummingbirds do the same thing to me…. very magical they are.

  7. m lewis redford says:

    aha, juxtapenetration!

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