A child's innocence about the death of a bird...
..." did it have a good funeral?...how many people went to it?...did you go grandma?....why not?...."
..."It was too cold!"...
So I wrote this for the poetry group at Clair's Cake Shop...
Death by Soap and Water.
Winter slopes by
and the windows
are dimmed with grit.
A rising sun
brings renewed energy
and soap and water works.
Each day more light
and the spirit soars.
How do the birds know
on a bitter January day,
that homes must be built
and partners encouraged?
Soap and water works
on grimey winter windows,
and the song of the birds
gets louder.
The glass glistens...
"Begone damn spots",
all is clear now.
Then
I hear the crash
and view the scraps
of feathers, beak,
legs and bone.
Deceived by soap and water.
destroyed by a housewife's obsession.
The above painting was in an old copy of Irish Arts and I can't remember who painted it....
...if any one knows maybe they can let me know.
I think it very tender.
I've linked this in to dVerse poets but can't find where to comment so just hope that it is found...
soooo untechie it's not true!!
I've linked this in to dVerse poets but can't find where to comment so just hope that it is found...
soooo untechie it's not true!!
