Bird Love
fragile dreams trapped within blue robin shell
Sweet love,
Young love,
Bird love reaching with chirp and chatter
To pluck and preen each other until they only have one feather left,
bald,
To make nest of snapped twigs–
Like tiny bones that make infant ribcages–that
Cup and cradle
Fragile dreams trapped within blue robin
Shell that will confine them until the last second,
So easy to break from the outside
but not from within
Where fluid-drowned hopes
Died
or lived.
.
Bird love,
Silent love,
Lurking love gripping me from the moment my eyes met yours
Like Theseus did the Minotaur’s,
Fear pressing in from every pore,
frightened,
But willing to try anyways
Like the way the sun did for the moon,
eternal,
Chariot chasing fisherman with hummingbird heart aflutter,
Their love was what made
the earth
go
round.
.
Lurking love,
Toxic love,
Drowned love you had me like a beached whale
Who was forced to look at the setting sun
Over crescent waves I once cherished
Before tired, sunburned eyes
grew heavy then no more
while seagulls wailed like banshees,
ignored.
And kids ran by the carcass
To marvel at it
Rotting blueberries crushed in their palms like sulfur,
Rivulets of stains kissing their skin blue, yellow, and purple
Forevermore as they suddenly learned what death was
.
–what
happened
to that little girl
i once was?
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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