Slick
Some birds’ beauty
comes from iridescence –
the play of light revealing
changing colours buried
in black feathers.
Don’t be misled.
Any bird that swims
the rainbows
of this congealed sea
will find not beauty
but death.
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Concise and to the point. You always say so much with such economy of words. This is so sad, but true. “The rainbows of this congealed sea” – that’s a striking line.
Kat
Poetikat said this on July 10, 2010 at 2:57 pm |
well done, juliet, as always
howie good said this on July 10, 2010 at 5:13 pm |
thanks Kat and Howie for your comments!
Juliet Wilson said this on July 11, 2010 at 2:24 pm |
Chilling poem.
Memorizing Nature said this on July 11, 2010 at 8:56 pm |
How sad but tru! It breaks my heart!
kathiesbirds said this on July 15, 2010 at 3:02 pm |