Peeling Girl~

On the first day

My plumes could rival a tropical bird’s

Shiny under your stroking attention

And I cooed like a dove

Ignoring the onyx prisms in your blue eyes

 

Second day brought a gold bar

A floor made of headlines

And I don’t know where the sound came from

Until I stepped in the clutter of broken china

Coffee stains on my slip

 

Third day was a wash

Soaked under angry tears

I cowered in the cage of your arms

Permitting the plucking of my mind

Feather by feather

 

Fourth day saw my water dish empty

You forgot my little grip

On your fingertips

Asking for a lift out of the feed

You left me there

Drenched in pixels and neon light

 

Fifth day was the sunshine

Burning the feathers along my spine

Compressing my oval iris

Until blindness left me

And I was struck dumb with vision

 

Sixth day rattled my cage

With your thunderous heart

Bleeding love all over my struggling chirps

As you ran me over

With miasma

And the slam of a metaphorical knife between my shoulder blades

 

Seventh day peeled me of my wedding gown

The echo of a bullet depressed

Locked and loaded

Little feet picking up ink

Skirting bone

I left you beside the water dish

Filled with my feathers

Forgetting that without them

I could not fly,

And, peeled

It was a long way back to ground

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~for Kerry O'Conner's Sunday Challenge Contest~

Reviews

[Lachenille Papillion]

I can say with sincerity, not because I know you, that even though I am unfamiliar with this Sunday Challenge...
Contest over.

Your mind and soul speaks in realms that no one else can even hope to travel, save for the delicate invitations addressed within your poetic offering. Timeless, in more ways than science currently allows, is your literary gift....

What a treasure for those invited!

... makes me wish I had more time to spend here~

[Quinn Blackburn]

now we know why the caged bird sings :o)

[Robin]

the grace of your pen ..

[Michael X]

I can't even begin to image how you create these works of art, then again I can when I think about the meaning of wordcrafting at the highest level, you take a tapestry then shred it to pieces, toss confetti in the air and the reader is left enchanted, marvelous and well written Selene, a journey through the mind of the poet. loved it.

[arbitrary jane]

such a chronicle of a love. and weaving in the images here, the bird/feather/cage/water dish.
and the hollow, small words of such huge and fearfull emotion, those last six lines... a rich, true, captivating write.

[JohnEWordSlinger]

this extreme poetry, 7 days of brilliance, lol, I love it, thank you much appreciated, WS

[Kerry O'Connor]

So cleverly wrought - from the girl in the cage graphic, to the days used as stepping stones through the relationship. You have taken the original idea and flown skywards, Selene, and my oh my! it's a long way to the ground indeed. Exceptionally brilliant in scope and surreal imaginings.

Thank you very much for entering your work into the Sunday Challenge #1.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Your poetry reminds me of the quote from Forrest Gump, of a box of chocolates and not knowing what you will get. I never know what I will read and that makes you one heck of a fantastic poet.

[Lilly Negoi]

lucky number seven...and lucky ground to have to receive such bird...

[Tommy]

On the seventh day they rest, while the rest of us weep; a bird in a cage, clipped wings, if we escape we fall…As always your descriptions are full, like a shot in the night freedom calls for imprisonment, and yet I think a cell would be more free than the arms of suppression…

Great Write Selene!
RLG,
Tommy