The Last Song Sung

Cherry

By Bee

Sun, 20 Mar 2016
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10 comments
 

Clatter of scaffolds - a beauty 

in your time -

with the hopeful wings of Icarus, 

under the morning sun - spread wide. 



Crested with boldness, preened and glossed,

each feather, zipped and knitted fine,

now shambled into shadows of a former lightness -

do you still dream of skylines?



Dip those rheumy stars and reminisce 

of brighter days long flown; 

of loves departed - now it's only you who stares 

from gilded bars, alone.



Since every kindred heart has stuttered out,

here at the end there's just 

the needed waiting to be over.

No coward, Yellow, fly on if you must.



Won't be long until I follow - be it

all without your golden wings.

Catch me, could you, if I fall, but for now, let's rest

till we decide which one of us should sing. 

Certificate 12
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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee - you got me, hook, line and sinker, with this one.  My heart goes out to Custard, and however she chooses to use them, more power to those wings of hers...and more power to that wonderful , all encompassing, heart of yours.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Glad you Ike it.

Thanks Tina.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for the cherries.

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

My mother had a cockatiel and when she died we took on the bird till we found a home for it, guess what its home was ours. A delightful creature and when he died I was heart broken, the link with my mother lost also.

you had me in tears, and please, both of you keep singing.

Love the photo.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

I'm so thrilled he found his home with you. And it's such a link to a loved one that when lost, it's heartbreaking. Your comments had me in tears, too. Thank you for them, Lindy, and for the singing wish.

(Photo was taken on Friday, by a neighbour and great photographer, Ted Newman - in his garden.)

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Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Such a tender poem Bee, a lovely photo too.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you Jenny.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I wish Custard (great name) all the best and when her time comes, I hope she spends eternity alongside all the other passed on Cockateils perched on the great outback telephone lines in the sky.

(Your poem reminded me of my times in Ozz where I noticed the wild cockatteils seem to spend most of their time perched on telephone cables).

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Ed.

It would be good to picture her in a happy place. Thanks for your comforting observations. 

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Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

What a lovely poem.  Get well soon custard.yes