Homestretch

Ryan Robson-Bluer

Half-dead –

dew-slick feathers

smack in the middle of the lawn,

 

I kneel &

follow its watery eye

-line to a nest it left too early,

 

the pink pink

of a mother blackbird

sticking out now from the rabble.

 

Tucking two

gloved hands under

its tummy, its legs kicking like a toddler,

 

I offer it up

like an oblation

to the sky, a cry of repentance

 

for my own

deviation, as if

I had fallen & not flown.

  • Author: Ryan Robson-Bluer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2023 07:34
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  • Parisab

    Beautiful words in honoring those who missed their flight-Powerful setting of imagery

  • Parisab

    Beautiful words in honoring those who missed their flight-Powerful setting of imagery -I invite you to read my poem flight: I was regrettably only the observer but you have participated your narrative

    • Ryan Robson-Bluer

      Thank you! Very kind - I'll check out Flight now



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