Apollo — A Dream

An artfully imagined and augmented photo of a "comet", hurtling through space.
“Apollo” — C.Birde, 5/21

Hurled,

I hurtle

past all known limits,

past boundaries prescribed

by time & role & habit

Breaking through

Breaking out

to soar

past cosmic clouds &

dust-filled nebulae

of scintillate light

God of Sun —

of Truth & Prophecy,

of Poetry, Music, Dance,

& Archery

My trajectory charts

the collapse of Time

in adrenaline speed

I am Apollo

What have I to fear?

Yet, I tremble…

tremble in unease

that the eyes of those

who hurled me forth

might glimpse the light

that sheens & skims

reflective on 

my polished skin

That to catch their eye,

their vigilant attention,

might reel me

     back

& in

— C.Birde, 5/21

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

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