“Pegasus” — C.Birde, 8/19
Hold tight
that singular steed’s
wind-swept,
wild mane,
and,
like Perseus,
r i d e.
— C.Birde, 8/19
Pegasus — An Image
clouds
Laden — An Image
“Laden” — C.Birde, 8/18
The weight
of fevered air
bears
down —
each furred breath
of moisture
an
oppression.
— C.Birde, 8/18
Sky Writing — A Dream
“Meadow” — C.Birde, 7/18
Broad and blue as water, the sky floats above a lush green meadow tossed with wind-stirred wildflowers. Calm. Lovely. Pastoral. On the horizon, beyond hill and grass and flowers, a low line of white vapor forms — lifts and drifts, expands.
A word, born of white cloud; mist-edged yet distinct. Gently, it wafts upward, pushed higher by another word. Then another. Until the words stretch and elongate in height, and the sky is inscribed in pale, loose-formed text. A second line follows, then a third and a fourth. The lines scroll upward, and soon, the sky — from horizon to vault — is filled with perfectly-formed cloud words.
Over there, amongst the sky-written page, floats the word: “Flowering”.
Below that: “in and beyond”.
And there, adrift together: “peace” and “time”.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Brood — An Image
“Brood” — C.Birde, 7/18
The gray and brooding sky
beguiles and
— at long last —
softens
the Summer day star’s
brutal,
blinding eye.
— C.Birde, 7/18
Constriction — A Poem
“Constriction” — C.Birde, 7/17
Clouds
blur the horizon,
smudge
the crooked line
defining
here and there,
then and now.
Slowly,
the crows return
to roost
in the evergreen’s
upswept boughs,
their wings glossy,
inked with words
unwritten.
The sky inhales,
constricts and
saturates.
The rains will pour;
the dreaming
recommence.
The words
will
f
o
l
l
o
w .
— C.Birde, 7/17
Clouded Light — An Image
“Clouded Light” — C.Birde, 11/16
Spill of
clouded light
emblazoned across
the sweep
of south-facing
sky.
— C.Birde, 11/16
Nightjars & Damselflies 