When Doves Take Flight From Black Oil Trees

I really just needed to vent... Its not yet finished...

My, what a dark tree youve become
All the golden leaves, the gilded leaves, have fallen and revealed that blackened and burnt body
I really wasnt that surprised to see you shake those birdnests from your boughs
You were always jealous of their ability to soar while you stayed rooted
To house something, and pluck the marionette strings
And pluck your Marie Antoinette...

Let's behead another revolutionary beauty even if she is of your own thread.

It gave you power didnt it?
It gave you power to think you could break those wings when they fell from your arms
You believed you had the ability to banish the sunlit skies...

Yet with all those gilded leaves having wilted and the scrawls upon the scrolls faded in that autumn sun, those wraithly thin branches just left their spidery silhouettes upon the gray grass.

You were never a charming tree.
So naked and bare now
With roots so shallow...
But limbs so skyward...
So...
Certain

Or so you'd have us think
I'd rather not have wasted ink.

When you lost your golden leaves and murdered that beautiful bird,
And those limbs so dark were seen in full
Well,
That's why the neighbors invested in curtains

"Oh hell!"
"What's wrong?"
"I just opened the curtains and ergh, I can't see. It's just so blinding..."

Oh the things I wanted to say...
I had to bite my lip to restrain myself
I could taste that familiar copper sting that comes with said restraint
Why did I sit silenced?
Because to dig a grave deeper makes it all the more impossible to exhume and let those buried doves loose...
After all, at some point, those doves have to take their flight from black oil trees

Author's Note

Excuse the grammar/typos yada yada :)
Love some reviews

Reviews

[After the Blackbird Sin..]

Loved it. Great imagery.

[Christine]

Great venting...made for a great poem.

I loved this passage, it is by far my favorite passage of this poem.

"Oh the things I wanted to say...
I had to bite my lip to restrain myself
I could taste that familiar copper sting that comes with said restraint
Why did I sit silenced? "

Great write!!!
Christine :-)

[Cassidy Mask]

Pretty awesome poem