Image courtesy of Susie Clevenger
The Bluebird
God gifted Bluebird
a cloak of royal indigo
and a vest of orange zest
habiliments worn
perched upon matronly limbs
while performing lofty melodies
proclaiming summer love
often silhouetted
against field and sky
singing for none other than himself.
But one day found himself
within a cage; a wild captivity,
requests for joy, ignored.
Ballads dried upon his tongue
vestments became frayed and worn...
a coveted prize no more.
Finally released,
freedom upon blue feathers
he flew far and wide
and sang so sweetly
of renewal, his gift to God,
angelic song.
by Margaret Bednar, September 16, 2023
This is linked with (THE LAST) "The Sunday Muse #261". Obviously, a long run and I thank Carrie Van Horn for hosting for so long!
This is also part of my Emily Dickinson reflections series. I read "The Bluebird" of which I borrowed her title. Her "The Bluebird" poem is HERE
Some sounds (and sights) of bluebirds HERE
