Jail-bird.
Captive's clipped feathers
lie in wild distress
around bird internment.
Behind strong trappings
comes flight-abandon
for one Nightingale catch.
Forced need for singing
evokes core-inbuilt
recall of life on the wing.
Far-sighted avian hearts
beat beyond cell bars
as they aim to seek stars.
Incessant thrashing
at wired walls asks
for fear-time to pass.
Trilling for freedom
jail-bird pleadings
make me steal a key.
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Fly ~ ~ my beautiful
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oh quickly use
open door to a future
that now is all yours.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2021 03:25
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Good write Fay.
I'll pay that one, Fay - not only for the quality of the lines (goes without saying, really) but for the plea embodied within the work. Like so much other human activity, the caging of birds is wrong and cruel.
Agreed my friend - lets open all the cages that shut souls out from deserved freedom.
THe only cage for a bird I could respect was that in which dwelled an african grey parrot. The door was always open, the bird had feedom to roam the house. It must have regarded the cage as a place of safety or refuge. It slept there and pooped there. Such intelligent and long lived birds.
A great poem bringing home the message of the cruelty of deprivation and encagement of our feathered friends for such selfish gratification. One wonder what their trills of birdsong would actually translate to. Desperate pleas to be rescued no doubt.
You saw through the comparison and thank you for perceptive comment dear poet-friend.
Beautiful, Fay. Birds are great metaphors for many things. You use them well.
Yes the caged bird can be applied to so much - thanks Jerry for seeing the message.
No one seems to have a budgie these days, do they .. or is that just my imagination ...
I remember when almost every other TV advert was for something that made ones budgie bounce with health .. or was that joy ...
I dont like seeing any living thing penned or caged these days ...
Nice one my friend ....
Yes budgie-fashion seems to have been forgotten in these days when parrots are favoured more - - I remember the time when our family budgie would eat from our hands and was always allowed full flight of indoors - he lived to a really old age too.............x
................................................................... so did Sparky ... x
Good words Fay, it is not good to see anything caged in these days.
Andy
I truly agree with your wise observation dear Andy.
Beautiful
Thank you so much for your visit and comment R.B. - - bird-song is beautiful I do agree.
'Far-sighted avian hearts
beat beyond cell bars
as they aim to seek stars.'
there are so many layers to these poignant words, dear Fay
that metaphor of a caged bird is classic, but there's a reason why anything 'classic' is deemed timeless, its in that innate ability for generations - to relate, even without context..
here for me you've penned a wonderfully life-affirming lullaby: a message of empowerment,
there is a song by India Arie, titled 'break the shell', and its lyrics resonate best with how I choose to translate your words:
'Child it's time to break the shell
Life's gonna hurt but it's meant to be felt
You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
You cannot fly until you break the shell'
Yes breaking the shell allows flight to freedom - thanks for the reminder of that song L.B. -- we lovers of nature can relate to caged conditions of all shapes, sizes and labels.
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