Rest-Less — Dreams

The view looking down the central space of a set of metal staircases.
“Stairs” — C.Birde, 12/20

Dreams:

Of rushing–

headlong

down flight after flight

of white, right-angled

staircases,

in hope of catching

& meeting

that bright elevator

when it completes

its descent;

Of accepting

the usher’s white rose

& following through

the auditorium’s dark,

near-empty aisles

to a seat farthest back

as the lecturer speaks

of death;

Of wading

in shoals of translucent

blue water,

waves lapping, pooling,

as I balance–

barefoot

on the world’s knobbed,

ancient spine

while a dolphin swims

just out of reach.

Dreams

& dreams

& dreams.

Forming,

flowing one into

another.

Half-remembered.

Scattered.

Tattered.

Incomplete.

Dreams interrupted

& rest-less

sleep.

— C.Birde, 12/20

So(u)lstice — A Poem

An image of a pine-cone candle, lit and shedding beautiful light.
“So(u)lstice Flame” — C.Birde, 12/20

Longest, darkest night

Sun stopped, soul stretched,

wing-tipped in slow glide

toward Winter

Lips recite a thousand

half-recalled names of light

Hands clasp a telling dark

shot through with promise

& promise & promises

commingled in this slimmest

slip of slim hours.

— C.Birde, 12/20

Jam — A Dream

A Jar of Jam, set on a sunlit windowsill.
“Jam” — C.Birde, 12/20

With a look in her eye –

imperious, sly –

that suggested

I knew her meaning,

she asked for a taste

(“a taste, just a taste!”)

of my “Boyfriend Jam”,

not jelly.

But I –

bewildered, confused,

unable to grasp

what she implied –

could only stare,

slack-jawed,

standing there,

& in vain futility

wonder.

— C.Birde, 12/20

Distance — A Poem

A semi-shadowed, tree-lined path leading to what appears to be a distant, open doorway.
“White Trail” — C.Birde, 12/20

Your kindness

wreathed

in all its singular

fading beauty

is all I need

to warm me

in this moment

of shared

isolation.

Your kindness

yes

and the memory

of past

kindnesses.

— C.Birde, 12/20

Wish — An Image

A path through moonlit woods at night...
“Darkness” — C.Birde, 12/20

“I would fashion you

a cloak

of moon- &

starlight…”

Her wish –

a subtle balm –

draped ‘round

my shoulders.

“…to guide you through

this temporary

dark.”

— C.Birde, 12/20

Dark Descending — A Poem

A room in darkness, seen through a layer of branch's shadows from outside.
“Dark” — C.Birde, 12/20

I feel it…

the slow creep

of oblique melancholia

that seeps beneath

the skin

as daylight slips,

eclipsed by dark.

Hours dim and dwindle,

smudged from each day’s

steady transit.

Hoarded light reclines

toward torpor,

awaits eventual

rebirth,

while in the interim,

I feel –

oh so keenly

its very

dearth.

— C.Birde, 12/20

Companion — A Dream

A close-up, black-and-white photo of spotted (faux) fur.
“Black & White Spots” — C.Birde, 12/20

Look out for the dog…

Beyond any line of sight,

vanished up a lane

in this labyrinthine,

underground,

terrain,

his words echo out —

a sonic ripple stroked

against the air –

and find their mark.

Warning or instruction?

Unclear as compressed,

unspooling dark.

And then,

sudden as a ghost,

it appears –

the forewarned dog

A great white beast,

indiscriminately splotched

in charcoal spots.

Prick eared.

Whip tailed.

Smooth fur, close-coated.

Just off the path, it waits…

Great rosy tongue, a‘lolling.

Shell-pink pale muzzle

upturned in doggy grin.

A creature far from

fearsome.

Continue in accord

through enfolding dark;

left arm slung over

the great dog’s muscled,

lambent,

milk-white shoulders;

draped across its thick neck;

until…

Until

Furred flesh shifts and

shivers;

morphs;

transforms.

Exchanges canine shape

for human;

woman.

Tall, straight-spined;

strong, clear-eyed.

Tireless companion.

Fearsome guide.

Warrior.

Side by side,

press on as one —

together

through the dark.

— C.Birde, 12/20

Earth Song — A Poem

“Tourne Pool” — C.Birde, 12/20

Walk the bones

of earth exposed,

those fissures, roots

and stones –

and weep

for the beauty of it all

Our fleeting moment

in it

Our sparking union

with it,

to it

We are one

Large and small

Singular and all

Wild meadow grasses

Stream and river and

and seas’ foaming

edges

Forests, mountains, plains,

and deserts

Clothed

in a garment of light –

sun and moon and star

And remember –

All we see is all

We ever are

Walk the bones

— C.Birde, 12/20