why i married the mockingbird

in the middle of a day
laced with rain cloud
and robin

singing hymns to unseen
heavens

i found a grave
beneath
the tallest poplar

perfect circle
of blown-out feather

grey on white
white on grey

death
in the center

a ring to fit

a broken finger

a hole for grief

to tumble into

and the echo

echo

of eternal

narration

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2 Responses to “why i married the mockingbird”

  • claudia Says:
    July 7th, 2015 at 11:00 am

    a ring to fit a broken finger… sometimes not those that sing loudest and cheerfully attract us but those that match our needs and our personality

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  • X Says:
    July 8th, 2015 at 10:22 am

    How moving, particularly when you move from the dead bird to the broken finger / and the ring to fit it. The title as well really opens this up, or gives it direction. I was broken as well.

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