Wasp & Window — A Dream

“Confined” — C.Birde, 7/20

Confined.

Trapped

within the porch,

the wasp batters

itself against watery

glass seeking

nonexistent

exit.

Black,

self-waisted body;

six maroon appendages

waving.

Uselessly,

furiously,

determinedly seeking

what cannot

be found.

The wasp batters

itself against watery

glass.

The wasp batters

itself.

The wasp batters.

Batters.

B

a

t

t

e

r

s.

— C.Birde, 7/20

Dance — A Dream

“Dance” — C.Birde, 7/20

We danced.

O, how we danced…

Our bodies lightly pressed

& touching at wrists,

forearms,

elbows,

hips.

We danced

through a room cluttered,

crowded with tables & chairs;

with people

disinterested,

distracted,

curious.

We danced.

His lead so assured,

so easy to follow

that my step

never

f a l t e r e d.

— C.Birde, 7/20

Slideshow — A Dream

“Slideshow” — C.Birde, 6/20

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

Ghostwood — A Dream

“Ghostwood” — C.Birde, 6/20

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

Riddle — A Dream

Door

“Riddle” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

A riddle –

lacking keyhole,

handle, or

hinges;

An omen –

a stone rolled

‘cross a

tomb;

a door of gray boards,

sunk in the hill’s

chalk white face

and tucked beneath

a green garland of

ivy.

Exit and entry,

impossible

impractical.

Invitation in jest,

deep-set in the hill’s

soft ivied side,

behind peeling gray

boards that board up,

hide, and hoard

mysteries denied —

a riddle.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/20