Story's End

Cherry

By Pat G

Wed, 23 Sep 2015
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8 comments
 

The story’s end begins

With the feathers

Of a warm goldfinch

Lying at a roadside

Where traffic breeze

Fluffed its down

 

I lifted the body

And was startled

By the beauty

Of its wine-red face

 

I pleaded for resurrection

 

Sweet wine burnt

Acid on my lips

 

I blew the filth

From the bird’s

Wine-red face

And touched my fingers

On tiny claws

And golden wings

 

I laid the corpse

On its side on a sheet

Of cotton wool

 

I slept quickly to dawn

When it flew from the

Opening door

 

Sweet wine burnt

Acid on my lips

 

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I think I would be thrilled to find such a little corpse to see such detail, and maybe feel, and your description really brought that to me. But I'm afraid I don't understand the 'Sweet wine burnt Acid on my lips' phrase, or what happens at the end. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you so much for the reading the piece and commenting. It is always thrilling to pick up a tiny bird.

Submitted by EB on

Sadly, we often only get to appreciate beauty close up when there's death involved. Your poem captured this. 

Submitted by Pat G on

I really appreciate the comments. Thank you.

Submitted by Bee on

Nicely described.

Bee

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you Bee. 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Lovely jewel-like description, just love the idea of it flying off..  A flavour of the brevity and beauty of life, feels like the wine reference adds to this.

Submitted by Pat G on

I am very grateful for the thoughful comments. Thank you.smiley