Blue Feathers

A drowsy head, drugged in sorrow,

Lay back on the hard wooden bedstead.

Slumbering away, the eyes slit open,

Swollen and heavy from tears.

Shadows draped the walls in the

Silent comfort of invisibility.

A heavy heart lay still,

Pumping dead blood down unwilling veins.

Through the restless silence

The clock struck five.

The cuckoo sang and country folk spun

To a soft, enchanting tune.

The eyes looked up,

Fresh air filled the lungs,

An orange sunray peeked hesitantly

Then emerged with steady confidence

From behind the long, damp, heavy curtains.

A Single ray slid up the wall

And balanced itself on the priced hanging:

Over the plain, dull beige wall,

Standing proud and tall and knowing,

Three long peacock feathers

Caught the ray of sunshine,

Dazzling, smiling mysteriously

And old mythical tales awoke

Spreading like a thundering flood

The enchantment, the mischief,

And life broke out amongst the dead limbs

And a tearful, glad smile inched up,

Warming the cheeks in a sweet blush,

Blushing the dry lips red,

Thundering, pouring down to the heart,

Evoking life where life was no more.

Up on the feet! The body was drawn,

One finger stroked the velvety fibres

And the muddy brown shimmered in gold

Combing and sheltering the glimmering green

As the Blue lay there, peaceful,

As if lost in a powerful dream,

Tender eyelids with delicate lashes,

Sweet, warm, knowing, magical,

Still but alive,

Shut but watching.

A beautiful feathery lair

A lovely, secure presence,

Warm sunlight warming icy fingertips,

Soft touches kissing a smile,

A fragile belief,

Vulnerable yet beautiful

As a chick learning to fly,

Fluttered, blossomed and grew

Strong like the trunk of the toughest tree

Ready to embrace the sky.

By- Manny D

Written on- 07/01/14