a little bird
cradled her head
in her wings
sitting on a branch
on this dark cold windy night
the streets were empty
everyone tucked up in bed asleep
except for the old chimney sweep
dozing in his finger painted clunker
homeless
the train's sad whistle wailed in the distance
this has all got to change
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Touch Cave" by Erika Meitner:
bird cradle wings sit sweep finger change train streets everyone bed wind
FRIDAY WRITINGS # 18
OPEN LINK WEEKEND # 110
"The trains sad whistle" is haunting
ReplyDeleteHave a good weekend.
Much💜love
Love how it all came together and especially the closing line!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, and a clever use of the word list!
ReplyDeleteWhat you made from the words is magical!
ReplyDeleteA simple poem with a powerful message - this has all got to change indeed. Suzanne (Wordpress - Mapping Uncertainty)
ReplyDeleteI can hear that lonely whistle.......and heartily agree: this all has to change. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteWonderful uase of word list.
ReplyDeleteOh that last line!!!
ReplyDeleteThis feels like a call to action. It seems like things have been this way for a very long time...
ReplyDeleteHaunting.
ReplyDeleteAnd I hear that sad whistle every day