the bird at the top of the stairs
Television ghosts whisper and flicker
Mosquitos sap and buzz around me They slip on hot skin Noise beyond my comfort cell wakes me to paranoia Is it the dog? The blind behind me parts heart jitters and barks It's not the dog Long black limb reaches deep past the blind hovers snaps to the floor The cat has a bird I snap and leap and lunge He snakes and winds around walls and up past stairs The bird lies still at the peak I pick her up Red under thundercloud feathers My finger trembles mock heartbeat Brushes softly and turns feathers I look into her eye In her eye I can see the stars I can feel cold wind on my face I feel free, flying away, free, far I realise that I'm holding a shell soft and fragile Too late to catch the flight of angels Neutone |
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Great use of imagery here.
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Thanks for the encouragement! I'll post again soon.
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