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

From That Separating Space — A Poem

“Edges” — C.Birde, 6/20

Stir darkness,

scatter light.

From shadows’

flutter and flux,

pluck the edges’

patterns,

those separating

places between

extremes,

gray and

overlooked.

At long last,

margins unearthed,

laid bare, and

connected.

From that space,

call my name.

From that space,

we will sing

an expectant

song…

— 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

Scorpion-Free — a Poem

“Empty” — C.Birde, 5/20

White-footed

meets

white foot

in size seven

garden shoe.

Furred meets

furless.

Warmth to

trembling,

whiskered

warmth.

Sustained,

untrained

diaphragmatic

E” .

Instinctive —

achievement

of breath.

No scorpions

here.

All the same,

shake out

your boots.

— C.Birde, 5/20

Stitched & Strewn — A Poem

Gift

“Through the Reservoir Wood” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

These lush

green days

damp and cool

and stitched

with bird song

strewn like gifts

unwrapped

petals scattered

everywhere

white

chartreuse

careless pink

one thing

to do —

Thank you

thank you.

 

 

— C.Birde, 5/20

 

Cherry blossom path nature

“Strewn” — C.Birde, 5/20

 

 

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