And we’re off…
Did you hear the gun? It is officially National Poetry Month.
This pretty ditty is by a woman known only as Ariella, I suppose. No last name or links were provided. 😦
Enjoy your weekend off and keep the suggestions coming.
I Used to Be Your Birdhouse
Poem by Ariella
I used to be your birdhouse.
I could coax you out from your seat in the treetops
from behind the camouflaging greens
and watch you edge out shyly with the wind ruffling your blush feathers.
You’d cling to me when the spring showers started falling
and I could keep you safe and dry, I could always do that.
I’d be there to hear your youthful songs, and I’d whisper back in a language just we knew
and then I’d hug you goodbye and watch you step precariously from my perch,
flapping in the wind, unsure, unaccustomed.
and I’d be there for you the next day and the next
because I thought you’d still need me.
I never thought I’d see you, the point of a flying V
soaring with your head held high,
not even glancing down at
my tired wooden walls
and faded empty perch.