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Saturday, August 8, 2009

Young Bird

Photo by Brett Trafford
visit his site 365 to 42
for more beautiful photographs.
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Suggested Prompt...
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Use this wonderful image to be creative with your writing today.
Perhaps a children's story about a baby bird.
A poem about leaving the nest ... literally or metaphorically.
Perhaps a tale from your life where you rescued a young bird.
Look at it for a while and let what ever comes to mind flow to your fingertips.



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it wouldn't work out, not at all
for you are a monet painting
and i'm a scratch on the wall.

the oaks stand tall
casting shadows over bushes, small.

as a raindrop i tap dance on umbrellas,
lightly, like astaire,
but what am i to you, a snowflake,
pirouetting through the air.

words i dart like stones at mirrors,
coarsing through verse like fevers.
but you are a pen, and i am a page,
virgin soil for you to stain.

i once was an elegant meadowlark,
my chorus was heard throughout the park.
but you were a hunter, and you clipped my wings,
i had once dreamed i could be many things.

thorny vines, bitterest root,
i am bound hand and foot.

Tin Kettle Inn

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5 comments:

Tin Kettle Inn said...

it wouldn't work out, not at all
for you are a monet painting
and i'm a scratch on the wall.

the oaks stand tall
casting shadows over bushes, small.

as a raindrop i tap dance on umbrellas,
lightly, like astaire,
but what am i to you, a snowflake,
pirouetting through the air.

words i dart like stones at mirrors,
coarsing through verse like fevers.
but you are a pen, and i am a page,
virgin soil for you to stain.

i once was an elegant meadowlark,
my chorus was heard throughout the park.
but you were a hunter, and you clipped my wings,
i had once dreamed i could be many things.

thorny vines, bitterest root,
i am bound hand and foot.

christine said...

Wow, Tin Kettle Inn, that was great:-)

christine said...

Our hearts sank as we heard another "bang!". We knew what it would be, but not the species until we found it.

Our large,detached house, set in a huge garden in a field, had windows facing in all directions. Sometimes a bird would fly into one of them, and the "bang!" would always inform us.

On this occasion we were initally confused, as both a starling (dead) and a sparrowhawk (stunned) lay on the drive outside the study window.

We donned gloves and lifted the sparrowhawk into a cardboard box, which we laid in the shade until he had recovered.

The starling lay in a tiny pool of blood. We assumed that the sparrowhawk had been so intent on his prey that he hadn't noticed the house. The starling had crashed into the window, immediately followed by the sparrowhawk.

Within a quarter of an hour, the sparrowhawk's eyes were focussed and blinking again. We took him to the top end of the garden nearest the field, lifted the lid of the box, and watched him take off, free to fly once more.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I heard scuffling at the windows inside the barn. I went over to see what it was. Two young swallows, flapping hard against the glass. I took the first one in my hands and carried it to the barn door, opened my hands and watched it soar into the sky. Then the second. Exactly the same. The two young birds flew round together. Someone told me they would have found their own way out and probably they would but it was wonderful to hold them like that and help them to their freedom...

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