That blue feathered bird
was making a song,
but they uttered no word
when something was wrong.
"I'm leaving soon," they said,
with a suitcase half packed.
"Atropos wields her shears to my thread
and the odds are quite stacked!"
their fragile pen shook
the door was closing
as they strained for a look,
they carried on composing
their feathers fell dull
but their body was light
the suitcase is full
it's their time to take flight.
So beautiful, Hannah. I love the allusion to the fates and the thread and the idea of taking a suitcase with us when we leave the world is a thought-provoking one. I wonder about the use of plural pronoun they in some places when maybe you were avoiding she or he...I think I just want the bird to be a she (me)!
ReplyDelete