Tag: Bodwell

You fall through hidden burrows,

Through the center of the

Earth,

Chasing White Light down

Dark Hallways.

You are bigger than your foes but

You are wide-eyed and

Young, and

Their Red Lies bleed quick through your

Porcelain Skin.

You live a fantasy life,

Holding fast to false friends and

Make-believe dreams

But

When you come out the other side

You will see things differently,

The world backwards, and

Upside down and

You,

Trapped behind the glass, a

Frozen mirror.

 

Your mouth moves but

Nothing comes out.

 

J. Bodwell, USA

If your beak could only be

Filled,

If your wings could only

carry you

Farther than the sea reaches,

You would be so Bright-White.

You would not scamper between

Scraps, you would not

scurry from

Footsteps,

You would fly back to your young.

You are noisy.

 

J. Bodwell, USA