Abloom — A Dream

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“Abloom” — C.Birde, 11/19

 

Apart.

Afloat.

Untethered.

A gleaming white

rectangle of steel

girders

bolts

beams

enclosed in sheet-rock,

resurfaced in smooth plaster.

(suspended mid-air

betwixt and between

heaven and earth)

Large windows –

dark and glossy,

unblinking as the eyes

of Argus –

peer out from

four impassive

faces;

an alignment

of rows and columns

arranged in subliminal

drumbeat.

(suspended mid-air

betwixt and between

heaven and earth)

Static.

Patient.

Impersonal.

Until

until

from all seams and

edges describing

roofline

windows

quoins

large curls

of crinkly white paper

sprout

uncoil

uncurl

like tongues

of honeysuckle flowers,

each a brilliant hue –

red, yellow, green,

pink, purple, blue.

The building entire

(suspended mid-air

betwixt and between

heaven and earth)

unexpectedly transformed

in whimsical riot

of motion and color.

Afloat and

abloom.

 

— C.Birde, 11/19

 

 

 

 

Impression — An Image

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“Impression” — C.Birde, 11/19

 

She had had

the impression,

she realized —

with the chill wind

against her

cheek

&

the leaves’

trembling refusal

to let go —

that it all

should last

l

o

n

g

e

r.

 

 

— C.Birde, 11/19

 

 

Earthbound — An Image

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“Earthbound” — C.Birde, 11/19

 

“Fall with me,”

she said.

“We’ll drift

— lightly, carelessly —

 & lay

the foundations

of

earthbound

beauty.”

 

— C.Birde, 11/19

Remembering — A Poem

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“Remembering” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Each moment

each hour

each day,

a new layer –

like leaves

in autumn,

snow

in winter;

a collection

of transparent

memories

grown

owned

imposed

stitched into

rootless

kaleidoscopic

clothes and

draped –

oh so gently –

over our

remembering,

forgetting

bones.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

 

Avian Noir — A Dream

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“Avian Noir” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Yes.

Yes, I saw.

I witnessed

the whole sordid affair.

Long hours

he must have waited

there with all the patience

of saints and thieves,

and when, at last,

identified his mark,

he burst from crisp green

turning shadow

forward,

toward her

and –

with the clever curve

of yellow blades and

piercing efficiency –

gripped her about

the throat,

cradled her —

almost tenderly —

within his grasp, and

swept her

up

across the street.

The gathered crowd –

those self-appointed

constabularies,

feathered blue and

white and black –

screamed alarm

Too late

too late!

(Ask them why

they hesitated!)

Gone.

She was gone.

Carried off

aloft.

Her dove-gray

breast pierced through,

her head –

unsupported –

lolling from

her slender neck.

Yes, I saw.

I saw it

all.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

Tea Light — A Poem

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“Maple” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Autumn light –

tea-stained

honeyed

steeped

in maple,

ash and

hickory

burnished

gold and

poured through

branch and

leaf and

limb into

our hollowed

hallowed

hands.

Drink

up.

 

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

 

Passions — A Dream

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“Anger” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

“Where

has anger led?”

Her query

was demand.

“That shimmering

red-veil firestorm

kindled and fed

the flux and

transmission

of broken light,

the fiery collision

of past

present

future,

devouring and

insatiable.”

Flushed,

she paused

for breath.

“I will wear grief

instead,”

she began again,

“Those blunt

bruised shades

of blue-gray

melancholy…

I will wear grief,”

she affirmed.

In the mirror,

our eyes met.

“until our

collective heart

is restored

and polished,

and its calloused

ache – at last –

is shed.”

 

 

— C.Birde, 8/30/19

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“Grief” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

 

 

 

Drowse — An Image

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“Drowse” — C.Birde., 10/19

 

Crisp

cool air;

retreating light;

the earth’s slow

burnishing…

She made up

her bed

— carefully —

&

prepared

to

sleep.

 

— C.Birde, 10/19

 

 

Selene — A Poem

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“Selene” — C.Birde, 10/19

 

Pebbles &

pearls &

milky, cat’s eye

marbles;

halos &

oculi &

bright, silver

coins;

cups &

saucers &

spheres of

dandelions

blowing to seed.

But always and

above all these,

the Moon,

Oh,

the Moon.

 

— C.Birde, 10/15/19