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

Wisp — A Poem

A close-up photo of Spring Beauty wildflowers.
“Spring Beauty” — C.Birde, 4/21

Pale wisp

of breath,

of life,

that I am

Petal-filled

with Spring,

with drifts

of redbud

& cherry,

crabapple

& quince

Pray, do not

restrict me

to such

narrow space

of heart

that I fade

from memory

upon

     exhalation.

— C.Birde, 4/21

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