Eyes first meeting
Enchanted voice
Beauty and chaos
Delightful layers
Just a hint of tired
Well-hidden under a smile
Reaching out to soothe
What doesn’t appear to need it.
Not aware of depths
Counting breaths
How deep could they go?
Vanishing colours
The clouds passed
Resuscitation
And the sunshine
Sun-shone those depths
Unbalanced chaotic
Hurt with every stroke
They remember without connecting
At a standstill
A story ends
Without an ending
This beautiful bird,
Settling on a perch,
Colourfully bright,
With beak and bite,
And full of pride,
What a sight!
Here in this locked cage,
Again prepares her rage,
The fight of at least an age,
Well-worn this page.
She readies her stance,
For this next dance,
Her beak a sharp lance,
Eyes in a keen trance.
Moving swiftly into action,
Reduces her obstacle to a fraction!
This winged warrior,
Victorious in this skirmish,
Exits her prison with belief,
And with a sigh of relief,
Moves closer to freedom.
Finding comfort in larger bounds,
She claims the next perch,
And with keen eyes starts to search,
For the target of her next lurch.
