Campanula blue
inverted bloom of
wings and feathers,
earthward pointing,
fluttering
drooping
Each hollow bone
transformed
to ballast,
recast as gravity’s
servant
Trapped,
held fast by stem
of foot,
scarlet beaded,
bleeding
Unintended consequence
Peace, dear fellow creature,
peace
Cease your valiant struggles
and suffer me
(rueful instrument of
your snaring)
to set you
free.
— C.Birde, 7/20
4 Comments
Beautiful verse, Carrie. May we all be free from our valiant struggles. 🌺💕
Thank you — that’s the wish <3 Sometimes our best intentions yield unexpected harm… (I keep looking for a Blue Jay with a damaged foot…)
Beautiful poem 💗
Thank you, Katy 🙂