Excavation — A Dream

An artfully altered photo of a romantically derelict Irish castle.
“Cathedral” — C.Birde, 7/22

We ascend the gradual slope

of polished stone set between

transparent knee walls

(fingers trailing

brushed aluminum rails)

& leave behind

the noise & commotion

of lights & shops & cafés,

the bustle of others’ motion

& intent.


we pause to peer beyond

the glass-walled enclosure

of dark earth,

excavated oh so long ago;

to peer at the ancient stone-

boned cathedral held within.

Ghostly spires rise through

dusted half-light;

buttresses span a space of time


battered curtain walls defend

the sacred, hollow space within.



No witnesses, but we –




— C.Birde, 7/22

An Absence of Color — A Poem

“Shadow” — C.Birde, 7/22

I will wear black…

The soot black

of ravens,

of crows…

The buff black

of bears’ rigor…

The inky black

of the New Moon’s

star-pricked night

as I mourn.


within the depth

of my dark garment,

I will collect intent

until my shadow –

feathered in light –


in colors all

its own.

— C.Birde, 7/22