circling up towards the gatehouse
retreating from the farthest outposts
toes. shin bones, long bones
belly, thorax, voice box
small bird flapping
ever upwards
to the skull cage
briefly perching
behind the brow
awaiting
the moment
to take
the sky.
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rising through the spirals of the body
circling up towards the gatehouse retreating from the farthest outposts toes. shin bones, long bones belly, thorax, voice box small bird flapping ever upwards to the skull cage briefly perching behind the brow awaiting the moment to take the sky.
5 Comments
Alex b
12/11/2022 06:52:05 am
I have offered wondered what it be like a bird
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Sue Clayton
13/11/2022 12:40:28 am
Soaring through the bones of poetry with this little bird.
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Padmini Krishnan
14/11/2022 08:32:33 am
This was beautiful, Rashna
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Rashna Tessa Walton
14/11/2022 04:45:01 pm
Thank you all for reading the poem and for commenting.
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Jacqui Wiley
9/12/2022 09:58:55 pm
Very descriptive
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