Soliloquy of a SeagurlA Poem by JelliFyshKissUs Free bird...  A formless waste I was… Shell unshaped and internally mushed Unloved, 'til cupped By palms of plush A tender kiss With every touch Aware I couldn’t Offer much It was there... Somewhere... ‘Tween sand and sea He embraced my slight Fragility Cradled my soul in porous folds ‘Til I beamed of lambent gold A skinless hatchling I was… Body bare of bone and beak Shriveled, ‘til fingers Wove for me An ivory down From loom, so fair Feathery threads of wispy hair It was there... Somewhere... ‘Tween seam and sew He tightened the pleats And locked the bow Tied a vow around my neck To keep my syrinx in check A soarless fowl I was… Mangled quills in feeble flesh Unflapped, ‘til hands Unraveled mesh And curved the wind Around my wings His oath that I Need not a thing It was there... Somewhere... ‘Tween flight and fall He formed my sea With touching walls A wave of rooms with tides of chores Yet forbidden to fly near shores A comely bird I was… With frostbite diamonds in my crest Unmatched, ‘til fists Of irked unrest Beat rubies from My precious plume And plucked the hope Within that bloomed It was there... Somewhere... ‘Tween plea and wail He crushed my beak My wing, my tail Because I glanced upon the sea His hands had not made for me © 2011 JelliFyshKissUsAuthor's Note
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Added on October 8, 2011Last Updated on October 8, 2011 Tags: Low self worth, Emotional abuse, Caged bird Author
JelliFyshKissUsNashville, TNAboutI don't know why my brain cramps up whenever I'm asked to tell others about me. Maybe I'm not that interesting. Maybe I'm being modest. Who knows? I'm a married mother of none who is devoted to .. more..Writing
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