corvidae confined

I am a magpie 

crooning patsy cline melodies

in a gilded cage, engraved tenderly

with 1 Corinthians 13

beneath an eastern moon, divided

by bars of careless beguiling 

I stay, an avian tamed

inexplicably courageous, even with clipped wings

deeply disoriented by unwise migration 

but nurturing daydreams nevertheless

of belonging, to a patient sky

one that can’t conveniently dissapear

to fly, simply for the sake of escaping 

the fate, of a corvidae confined


a. duncan, 2018

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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