Could I But Wake You

Cherry

By Bee

Fri, 17 Apr 2015
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COULD I BUT WAKE YOU

I'd flit through your window;
a twig in my beak 
to tweak you awake; sprout
clusters of feathers to bluster
my way to your dreams. 

I'd screech like mad gulls 
at your eardrums,
douse you to shock with cold rain
flapped from the tips of my wings. 
I'd do all these things, but you 

are not there  - and I cannot fly;
my wings have been clipped,
I am screechless and dry in the eye - 
for the most part. Grounded.

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Comments

Submitted by denni1 on

Aw, Bee.

Submitted by Bee on

Thank Denni

Bee

Submitted by tibi popovici on

Lovely piece! A bit sad, but where there is passion can be also sorrow.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks tibi.

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

liked the play on screechless/speechless, and also the 'dry in the eye - for the most part.' Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Rhiannon. 

Glad you liked that. Thank you.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Lovely, but so sad, Bee.

I imagine this to be a plea to "cross over" to speak to a lost loved one. Of course it could be about unrequited love . . . but I don't think so.

I also thought screechless was excellent, but my favourite line was about spraying rain from wing tips.

Ed x

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Ed. You thought right - as usual. 

X

Bee

Submitted by scratch on

A stinger of a poem.  Well done Bee.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks scratch. 

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks for the cherries, too.

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Full of a story to be unveiled, so sad.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Philip.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Lovely to have you back writing again. This is a very meaningful poem, in so few words.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean, that's so nice of you to say.

Bee