Bird (Poetry Monthly)

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 27 Jan 2016
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Before you were a bird, you were a sunburst – 
bronzing a blazing shawl of pines, a caul veiling 
not a fiend, but the face of the moon –
pooled in a puddle in a park
 
you were hope in the eyes of the enslaved
were the music without a stave without a song to sing
an orchestra sans strings, sans wind, sans timpani
 
and when a wave – were its slip and its slap
listened to sea-speak in a  conch shell sat on a sill.
 
You were the wind beneath a pillar-box red balloon 
over a field of flax, the greenest of things blue
 
were dew pooling on a floret of Alchemilla Mollis...
a curlicue of mist caressing the crest, kissing the curves
of a querulous Kilimanjaro – the sprig of pressed, wild flowers –
twixt Joshua and Deuteronomy 
 
a button-box, a lock of hair, a cobweb on a cornice,
a cotton-bud, a quip of candyfloss, a child’s tin truck
 
till you grew...feather, beak, and claw – finally
flew with Cetus, Hydra, Pegasus over black, backyards 
of cities, villages, towns and continents, sped through skies 
specked with light as the speckled flesh of Tiamat
 
Before you were a bird you were a man at a window
in the flickering light of widowhood, a child...
wishing for the moon; freedom’s envoy
cradled in the heaven’s sweet sway.
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Comments

Submitted by love_writing on

Felt swept away by this ...lovely last stanza :)

love_writing

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, muchly, lw.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Seems like a collection of your favourite things, or poignant sights, merging together. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

That's life, I guess.  Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

There is a Mary Poppins feel to this, Tina. An eclectic arrangement that works very effectively with sound and the imagery, so delicate and pretty.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Vera....I so enjoyed writing this one.  What better way to pass the time than hunkering down on a rainy afternoon messing about with words, sounds, verbs, metaphors and the like?smiley  So pleased you enjoyed reading the end result of my dalliance.smiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is absolutely beautiful Tina,

it makes me want to come back as a bird in another life and experience all of those feelings you describe in this poem. Always fancied coming back as an Eagle and souring high with just the wind at my back.

Many thanks for sharing this beauty.

Jenny. smiley

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My pleasure, Jenny...and if you came back as an eagle, you would surely be a golden onesmiley

Tina