She cups a small bird in her hand,
born this year, feathers silken, soft,
she encourages flight, holds it aloft,
so warm, so weak, it trembles.
She wheels her chair along smooth garden ways,
wishes there were more she could do, she prays.
A feather drops, drifts, wafts;
the bird stays in the hayloft.
She keeps the silence of the barn,
leaves the bird in its haven, whereon
the creature stills, mute and calm,
scented hay burns the air as a balm.
The gentle girl returns the next day,
no drama, the bird has flown away.
The girl in the chair and her protégé.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Revised for napowrimo #9
09/01/2013 at 09:12
A quiet, normal life.
09/01/2013 at 17:19
How come this lovely comment ended up in the filthy spam? I’ve dusted it off and put it where it should have been all along ~ the very first comment on ‘The Girl In The Chair And Her Protégé’ 🙂 Thanks Seb.
09/01/2013 at 19:36
Have a look at the ip address on the comment. because of my work, I have to use a proxy server on my internet access and it does pick some servers in some pretty exotic locations (Korea, Iraq, Nigeria -at the moment, Australia). maybe the WordPress spam filter is a little racist and thinks all contact from some places is spam?
09/01/2013 at 20:32
Not to worry, Seb, I managed to retrieve it. If you’re right re the cause, then there won’t be a lot we can do except to remain vigilant … I’m like Sherlock Robinson now! 🙂
09/01/2013 at 09:45
a good lesson
09/01/2013 at 09:46
Thank you for commenting, LouAnn 🙂
09/01/2013 at 11:52
Excellent story and message in this one, Polly! Flows very nicely too. Awesome write!
09/01/2013 at 11:53
How lovely of you to say so, Charles. Really pleased you like it, thank you.
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09/01/2013 at 12:15
sweet… I love the link here to wings and lack of freedom… proves we all can fly
09/01/2013 at 12:18
Thank you, Patricia. Wings, lack of freedom, acceptance, health, a little bit of many things ~ some notice ~ some don’t ~ and it’s all just fine with me 🙂
09/01/2013 at 19:59
Oh – how beautiful, this is so quaint.
Quietude – now that’s a word I’ve not heard in a long while 🙂
09/01/2013 at 20:34
Quietude is such a soothing word, onomatopaeic … and it gives me the chance to use one of my favourite words: onomatopaeic 😀
09/01/2013 at 20:55
Haha – my favourite word is oscilloscope! I once managed to work it into a poem 🙂
09/01/2013 at 20:56
Yes, a good word ~ perhaps we should have the most unusual favourite word competition … 😉
09/01/2013 at 21:06
Oh now there’s a challenge!! 😉
09/01/2013 at 21:22
Lovely write, Polly, with layers of meaning. Thank you for sharing!
09/01/2013 at 22:06
Thank you, Becca, glad it is meaningful to you.
10/01/2013 at 17:33
10/01/2013 at 19:08
Aw … nice to see you liked ‘The Girl …’ ~ thanks Jane 🙂
10/01/2013 at 21:48
The unusual structure adds so much to this and it’s a charming tale.
10/01/2013 at 21:49
Ah, thank you for commenting on the structure. I’ve been doing a bit of thinking about the structure of poems since the Arvon workshop in November.
11/01/2013 at 07:00
A very gentle sweet poem. You use the downy feather and the entire narrative sort of tone–just telling the story–though it’s more subtle than that–very well. Sorry to sound disjointed. It is very late here. K.
11/01/2013 at 07:40
Your lovely comments made me smile, k. and don’t seem disjointed at all. Always lovely to see what you have to say about my poems. Thanks for visiting 🙂
12/01/2013 at 18:02
Ah, you are good at these gentle and thoughtful poems Polly.
12/01/2013 at 18:05
How good of you to say so, Holly, thank you. I like poems that make you think a bit about how things are and might be …
14/10/2015 at 11:06
What a beautiful gentle poem Polly.
14/10/2015 at 12:05
Thanks Elaine, what a lovely comment.
14/10/2015 at 14:35
A quiet sweetness to this one, Polly. I liked that the sensitive girl and the trembling bird crossed paths.
14/10/2015 at 16:43
Glad you enjoyed it Gayle – a happy meeting, I’d say 🙂
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14/10/2015 at 19:26
I really like this scene.. and particularly the realization that the girl is in a wheelchair, so important that a gentle girl like her who is always help can help another creature…
14/10/2015 at 20:14
Yes, both parties are winners here…
15/10/2015 at 11:01
Nicely written. I like poems with children or birds. 🙂 Smiles, Robin
15/10/2015 at 13:40
Thanks Robin, good to see you enjoyed it 🙂