of birds

stupid trite rhyme

i have a book of painted birds,

doves and peacocks

starlings unheard.

my mother pawed through the rough pages,

said "your skill, it comes along in stages

i like the colour you used here.

the 'remember me's?

what an idea."

father remote beyond the door,

smoked a cigarette

gazed to the floor.

gareth's words;

"have you ever felt a tiny bird?

heart aflutter in your hand.

the awe inside that is does stir."

 

i like to paint and think of birds.

 

outside the magpies chatter on,

i sometimes hear the tree's birdsong.

it still rains now when i wake.

and i have habits i can't shake.

Reviews

[Tanvi Banjan]

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

[Emily B]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, had a tremulous tremendous sort of voice like this . . . wonderful writing

[Ed Hart]

I don't know how you fit that great big soul inside your little tiny body...

[celyn]

I love the ending.