Truly, yet defiantly the theme
Of your nest was soaked in lettered
mystery and changing tunes.
This is the tale of the broken bird:
Taken, measured, crested with
fetters that left marked closets.
But, I imagine the clustered
Feathers where everything marked
What if we didn’t make wings
On the floored petals?
What if we didn’t make home
On the flawed petals?
What if I rather call the way,
Will you unbreak our elevations?
Will they hold your mistaken flights?
Replace it with wild touches,
greasy pecks, tumultuous chirps
Which finally ushers (one, if not all) of us in(to) brokenness.
If your lip falls, pick your eyes,
If going becomes loitering,
Light the nest, next to freedom.
But, you know our birds will
Sing our tale, of brokenness, mental fullness,
Of soaring, to maybe
inside from outside,
Meaningless shaped-still clouds,
Of greasy pecks, the tale
of the broken bird.
This Poem is Inspired by a track from Ambient’s Relax music genre, Groundfold’s “The Tale of the Broken Bird” “I Know Why Your Mother Cries” (A Collection of Poetry) will be available in Print this autumn, 2019.
Pre-Order ahead, e-mail Badirukehinde@gmail.com | +234(0)8135359053