This row of strange birds fight their tethers
feathers
swell
and shrink
in the straggly wind
tightly pegged p a n o r a m i c pl um ag e
from lace-tipped black to
nude to
downy white
and exotic rainbow-striped ones from somewhere else.
Would their cottoned c-c-c-c-c-call trill
a dream for the wind to fill
their shape
and free them to fly high
(thermals
on
thermals)
___up above
to eye the world from____-----
instead of
down below?
Perhaps this is how
odd pairs places.
end up ……………………
in strange …………………..
Bio:
Charlotte Oliver is a freelance writer who lives in Scarborough, England. She was the commissioned poet for BBC Radio York’s Make a Difference campaign and has poems published/forthcoming for Dream Catcher, Pendemic, Ice Floe Press, Cold Moon Journal, One Hand Clapping and Not4UCollective’s Poems from Home.
@charlotteolivr www.charlotteoliver.com insta charlotteoliverpoe