The Bird Girl

BirdGirl

All day she sat on her fear.
In the evening, she saw a crack in the shell.
With hope, she went to sleep.
When she woke with first light,
She felt something stir.
There she moved — a bird.
There was no denying,
it was herself.
She was strong.

ABOUT: This poem was cut from a section of Andrew Lang’s The Ugly Duckling, in the Fairy Tales Blackout Games shown below:

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Preflight Check

three red birds care

Can you train your heart for flight,
drop the mask and face your fear?
Do you sigh, behind your bars,
tilt your head and watch the moon?

Take the gamble, will you risk;
break the code and slip the lock?
It’s the duty owed your soul;
loose the chain, swing out the door.

Well, now will you switch places,
between the old you and the new?
Will you be the one escaping,
or the one who saw you fly?

ABOUT:

The exercise is to create a poem using a set number of given words.  My nine words: trainmaskcodegambleswitchbarwellduty, and saw.

My source for these is the @baffled #HaikuChallenge:  https://twitter.com/baffled
(words for 3/3-3/11)

Changing Winds

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The February and March winds
shift places, howling through
the hollow at the base of this hill.

I follow my feet, each step
an upward fight, I’ve only
a faint idea where to go.

Hoping to find my breath
borrowed by bleak winter days
stretching on without rescue.

The March wind tapped today
on my door, beckoned me with
the offer of her temperate hand.

I did not linger long in the shadow
of my doorway, as she lead me out.
Even she knows I can’t resist escape.

ABOUT:

The exercise is to create a poem using a set number of given words.  My words:  faint, rescue, offer, escape, and shift.  My source for these is the @baffled #HaikuChallenge:  https://twitter.com/baffled (words for 2/16-2/21) Image credit: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/239746380134851679/

Fancy of Flight

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Her ebon wings scrawl
freedom across the sky
as a poet’s pen spins
ink into dreams,
as a blackbird cries
from his boundless soul
— and I stand rooted
an envious oak tree.
I mark her steep ascent,
read her lyrics through
twitching lips, as they
stain the cirrus page.
I’m unable to interpret
their underlying message.
an earthbound woman
— I’ve long forgotten
how to fly.

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