why i married the mockingbird

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

singing hymns to unseen

i found a grave
the tallest poplar

perfect circle
of blown-out feather

grey on white
white on grey

in the center

a ring to fit

a broken finger

a hole for grief

to tumble into

and the echo


of eternal





2 Responses to “why i married the mockingbird”

  • claudia Says:

    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

  • X Says:

    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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