glass scenes
The darker green of the ever-present ivy
shades the lighter halos
Tall Silver birch trees-expose winter lungs
tired bark peels
as skin from some ill-prepared human
Spiralling limbs paint the foreground
of a changing hue
busy rustling shoals of sparrows
attack small pieces
of given gifts
while cheeky blue tits rumble amongst
the holy robins
red-breasted by the tip of the thorn
small painted dots
flee nights sleep
the birch leans with the stroke of
ancient winds
old beaten outbuildings-
secrets held at murders throat
strange insects are hidden behind
tins rusted brown forgotten
cemeteries of printed mist
I tap the double glass
am I caged
my very own warder
laughing silently
no no
no
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Amazing images, outstanding story telling ability, unique poem set up, no matter what words I use to describe your poem, a person would need to read it for themselves to grasp the sheer beauty of this poem. I enjoyed it so much, I want to have it hung on the wall in my office, to read it over and over again. I say, "It's publish ready." You could try to submit it for publication in an online magazine that allows for poetry submission. If you decided to submit your work, make sure they offer compensation and you would have to remove the work from this site, before submitting. However, I want to encourage you to send this poem out. It's that good.Â
Happy New Year
Thank you for brightening up my dayÂ
with your poetry, I was outside once moreÂ
it was spring again, there was beauty allÂ
around and then I had to read your poemÂ
again. The sun came up, the animalsÂ
flocked and then, I added the pin.Â
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thank you-the poem is yours x