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An ode to grounded birds and airborne wings |
Feathered Cages, Nested Hearts Sparrow hearts, clasped in a cage, beating out of time; wingbeats, ribbed, lost on the page, missed between the lines Gilded bars, a yellow tinge, bones laced, thin, rich with gold; leafed through, painted on the fringe, the cowardice they hold Perched on high, left looking back, at time spent 'neath taxed wings; burdened by a night drawn black, thought over... everything Dreaming as the crow flies, vexed, where ravens hold the court; in Rosen tints, hope lies 'tween text, in nests such magpies wrought A hoarded sum of shiny parts, 'midst feathers split and pied; feathered cages, nested hearts, that's where such wings reside Birds of feather, flocked together, ships condemned, apart; Crossing paths in nights, we weather, swan songs of the heart Beating light, with hearts spun, caged, missed, slipped between the lines; whilst sparrow wings, erratic, rage, ... lost, low within the rhyme |