Eviction — A Dream

An altered photo of a small "fairy house" tucked into a nook at the base of a great, old tree.
“Bungalow” — C.Birde, 4/21

Evicted.

Expelled.

Dispossessed

of that old house

on the hill.

Three stories

of tilting timeworn

clapboard

& peeling paint

flaking over tired

green grass.

Seize it. Take it.

And welcome.

It matters not at all.

For in the moonless

night-spangled

dark,

I moved (removed),

like guileless wind,

all small & coveted

prized possessions –

a whole life’s worth

of work & soul

& pulsing wounded

heart –

to the small brown

bungalow nested

oh-so-sweetly

in the valley

below.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Visit — A Dream

An altered photo of my dear friend.
“L” — C.Birde, 4/21

So grateful

for your visit,

so many months

since your last.

A full year since…

Over a year…

Seeing you at all –

as you were,

as always you will be

in memory –

is Gift enough.

Even if

you don’t speak,

don’t see me,

don’t stay.

Grateful,

all the

same.

— C.Birde, 4/21

Assignment, Cake — A Dream

At atmospheric photo of leafless trees at night crowding around a pool of yellow light.
“Atmosphere” — C.Birde, 3/21

Sent out

away from this

bright impersonal

space

with all its

glittering crosstalk

& hectic motion…

Cast out…

into umbrous night

& with an errand tasked:

return with cake

Pavement,

heaved & crack’d & bound

around in encroaching,

tangled trees that bow

& rub together limbs

all but leafless…

And,

at the farthest end –

near swallowed up

in starless scrub –

a structure

O, architectural wonder!

Entirely comprised

of swoops

     & swirls

          & curves

of hammered metal

sheets symmetrically

arranged to either side

of a single, central

door…

And,

above this fabulous

entry’s lintel –

nested amidst curls &

intersecting twines

of metal –

an enormous lemon,

all aglow in halo

of soft yellow

light…

Indeed,

the only light to move

or chase throughout

the whole benighted

place.

But,

nowhere,

anywhere at all,

a single frosted piece

of cake

in sight.

— C.Birde, 3/21

Construct — A Dream

An image of the interior scaffold structure of a huge greenhouse.
“Scaffold” — C.Birde, 3/21

The boy has died.

One third

her not yet twenty

years.

     Intolerable.

     Unbearable.

Here:

within this rough

underground womb

of dull-winking

hematite,

through the crucible

of her direction,

the memorial

is constructed.

She oversees

the smooth stage’s

raising;

the steel frame’s

enclosure struck

with lights;

white screens,

like windless sails,

unfurled.

His image –

     luminous,

     aflare –

will transcend

the dark &

breach the void.

The boy has died.

She wears the burden

of his absence

with fury –

raw-edged &

     bristling.

— C.Birde, 3/21

Shred — A Dream

Photograph of shredded bits of newspaper piled in a heap.
“Shred” — C.Birde, 3/1

World

of black & white

entirely comprised

of newspaper

torn to bits,

shredded & strewn

over the landscape,

covering trees &

earth & every little

growing thing

as far as the eye

can see.

An

earth-formed sea

of black & white –

delineated,

bisected,

by a raised ridge

of torn words &

images pressed

into a pastiche

spine.

Carefully

tread this crude

catwalk

gangplank

promenade

balance beam.

Follow one

behind the other

‘til from behind

a copse of print-

wrapped trees

a she moose looms,

protective of her

calf…

Veer off

the path & wade

through the swamp

of printed words

that tugs

at boot & stride.

See there,

within the shred

of black & white,

the doe at rest,

& tucked within

her body’s curve,

a solitary small

& spotted

fawn.

— C.Birde, 3/1

Strike a Pose — A Dream

Photo of the Hanged Man Tarot Card in reversed form.
“The Hanged Man (Reversed) — Rider Tarot Deck” — C.Birde, 2/21

Right foot here,

Left foot there

Spine straight

Hips square

Ribs knit

Chest lifted

Earth rooted

Heaven crowned

Observe Tree Pose

& clearly see

similarity

to The Hanged Man

(reversed):

Release

Detachment

Altered View

Fear of Sacrifice

Drishti set

on the horizon

Balance & surrender

Vain struggles cease

Find, in equilibrium,

freedom to embrace

this change

in perspective,

freedom to accept

what

is.

— C.Birde, 2/21

Looking Backward — A Dream

A cluster of brilliant orange orchids, hanging from overhead.
“Orchid” — C.Birde, 2/21

Solitary passenger

in the way, way back

of this long green

station wagon

Tailgate gaping

Sweet tabby cat

(alternating gray

& tea-with-cream)

for company

Far up front –

with select passengers –

the vehicle’s pilot

guides it backwards

along a curving road

as, to the left,

the great, gray sea

falls down, away,

& to the right

& overhead twists

a jungle-y clamor

of green

See?

Amongst those vines

& great broad leaves,

the Good Lord Bird!

And more –

Downy,

Red-Headed,

-Bellied…

Uncharacteristically

slipping sturdy beaks

into vibrant blooms

& sipping

Elating

Breathtaking

Calling out their names

& pointing

But to whom?

For they,

so far up front,

so far away,

can’t see.

— C.Birde, 2/21

Just Desserts — A Dream

A close-up of a woman's lavender-violet hair.
“Violet” — C.Birde, 1/21

The gray remains

Ubiquitous

Unchallenged

Bleak winter sky,

drained of color,

extends its influence

Except…

Except for her —

Take my hand

See there, ahead?

Her once-dark-hair

now silvered violet?

Watch her cross

the intersection, see?

Pause here with me

The light,

so slow to change…!

Impatient, we cross

& follow where she leads

up streets unpeopled –

empty, too, of traffic –

her lead by swift steps

increasing until,

down an alleyway she slips

& vanishes completely.

But wait….

This shop unknown…

& there,

beyond plate glass see

her hair?

Sleek lavender strands

a-gleam through laden

wire shelves?

Shelves replete with sweets

of every kind

in Prismacolor hues –

cakes & cookies, pies,

macarons;

pink & green, fuchsia, blue.

Each sweet with care

displayed

& oh so beautiful.

Yes, of course

Take your time

Wander

Look before you choose.

But here,

this single slice of cake –

frosted white,

layers bright cerulean blue –

is mine.

— C.Birde, 1/21