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March 23, 2011

Here’s mys submission to this week’s Big Tent Poetry prompt about being stuck.


The thunk, thunk
reaches me
before the sight
of the bird, in full flight
hurtles into view.


Me and the bird.

Them on the other side of the window
caught by the promise
of their own reflection.

Me, on the inside
wondering what it feels like
to be on the other side.


The bird and I lurch for freedom at the same time
and slide together:

them to the garden chair
for another attempt
to woo themselves

me to the floor
from where I can just
catch a glimpse of sky.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 23, 2011 20:29

    I’ve been there. Metaphorically. (literally, and I’d still be there on the floor)

  2. March 27, 2011 22:18

    i know the feeling well. great poem!

  3. January 4, 2012 09:28

    Lovely fitting illustration, and a wonderfully creative poem!

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