Wind ran
through the trees
like water,
like laughter.
“The oaks,”
she confided
winking,
“are ticklish.”
— C.Birde, 6/20
Oaks — An Image
Month: June 2020
Unison — A Poem
Trees bend their crowns, assembling.
Flicker drums and summons thunder.
Ferns fold themselves to rain and
Oriel soars by on wings of fire.
Swallow whole the arc and heave and glide,
heart spread wide, unbolted.
Separation tumbles, falters.
Gather up each worn stone, fallen
to mark that untamed, sacred place,
where truth emerged without, within
in full-throated unison
that all are one is all
are one
is all.
— C.Birde, 6/10
Pinked — A Dream
Swept overhead,
in upward arch,
trunk and limbs
of dappled light
smooth-stroked
over milky sky.
Each reaching,
forking twig tip
a cascade of blooms
daintily evoking
carnations,
strawberries,
pink campions and
lemonade.
Backward bend
and upward gaze
at unfettered,
all-consuming
view –
an atmosphere
entirely awash
and in the pink;
in sweet dream
of romantic love;
in beauty and
hopeful rosy
youth.
And –
in love,
by love,
through love –
a world recovered
from its
wounds.
— C.Birde, 6/20
Respite — An Image
“Leave
your offerings
on the threshold —
your weight of
stones &
bones &
hearts’
clipped wings.”
She spoke
with the Forest’s
throat.
“I will tend them
while you
rest.”
— C.Birde, 6/20
Undreamed — A Poem
Cracked open.
— C.Birde, 6/20
Slideshow — A Dream
White cards,
full of breath
& space;
each,
a photo –
pristine,
immaculate –
of a snake.
Black racer.
Smooth Green.
Eastern garter.
Scaled, sleek.
Ectothermic.
Striped or
ringed;
patterned or
plain.
Rat.
Rattle.
Corn.
A slideshow
of snakes,
one after
another.
Reviled or
revered.
Poisonous
& not.
Earth.
Water.
Pine.
Coiled &
sinuous.
Undulating.
Sidewinding.
Concertina.
Rectilinear.
King.
Queen.
Copper.
Transition.
Intuition.
The deep
unconcious.
The slideshow
continues.
Snake after
snake after
snake.
— C.Birde, 6/20
Broken — An Image
“Gather up
your broken
heart.”
She spoke in green
& blossoms
& rain.
“Polish
the pieces.
Recast
the whole.”
— C.Birde, 6/20
From That Separating Space — A Poem
Stir darkness,
scatter light.
From shadows’
flutter and flux,
pluck the edges’
patterns,
those separating
places between
extremes,
gray and
overlooked.
At long last,
margins unearthed,
laid bare, and
connected.
From that space,
call my name.
From that space,
we will sing
an expectant
song…
— C.Birde, 6/20
Ghostwood — A Dream
Deep,
dark wood,
moon-bleached
and rinsed of light
of color.
Earth lifts —
root-twined,
rocky —
in slow and steady
upward arch
beneath a burden
of pines.
Gaunt figure.
Slack of limb
and wasted frame,
flame of hair and
spirit snuffed.
He shuffles unaware
in shabby slippers
and threadbare robe
between attentive,
watchful trees.
Alone.
Alone and ghostly.
Diminished.
Lost among
the elements,
whose beauty
would be magnified
did he not
haunt them
so.
— C.Birde, 6/20
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