Marigold and sage
Colours that emanate
From her aura
Rich brown eyes
Framed by curved brows
In possession of a most
Charming laugh; clear bell
Merrily ringing out
Across blue skies
Possessing grace and gratitude
In abundance
All she asked for
On her birthday: openness
Requests can be a tricky thing
Universe sometimes bestows
Dubious gifts
Morphing into twisted lessons
Black holes
Belong in space
Eerie sense of wrongness
When they’re discovered
Embedded within
The soft, pink tissue
Upon one’s chest
Hospital gown necklines
Mock brides in bleak parody
Intrepid aisle marching
Towards an unknowable future
Transformation; bloody rituals
Excising all innocence
Grey days weigh heavy
Weeks, months; boulders
To push up
Never ending hills
Maybe all women are birds
Whose wings
Have been cut
Cornered, penned
Fattened up for
Slicing and dicing
Chickadees sing songs
Only children can hear
Palms outstretched
Holding silent and still
Seeds enticing them
To perch on palms
Memories so dear
They remain forever
A gift; to sit together
Dressed in taupe and brown
Unfolding our secrets
Like when we were
Kids, we made
Paper fortune tellers
Etching purple hearts
Across four-square predictions
Little girls dreaming
Glittery dreams
Ready for golden adventures
To finally begin
Arms open, outstretched
We transformed
Becoming starlings, aloft
Riding thermals
Ever upward
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"maybe all women are birds whose wings have been cut. Cornered. Penned. Fattened up for slicing and dicing." That hit me right in every heart string.
I like that her laugh was like a clear bell. Such a lovely rich description of someone who is so very precious to you. I like the dash of wisdom. How the universe likes to operate. The hospital gowns bit cuts deep. You've got a good eye. Intuitively unique in verse. I am always blown away by your twist and your vibe. You made it look so easy, even for a free verse. The meld of thoughts and musings. Seemingly separate but yet all together meaningful. Lovely. Fantastic work Aspen 🤗❤️
This one takes flight in such a tender yet fierce way! chickadees may be small, but your words make them mighty. 🥰
This was absolutely wonderful! Loved your photo and poem!
Love the words and thoughts that you have woven together in this one