Bird skulls

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cantdog
cantdog
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Lately
Skulls of birds haunt my dreams
I opened a drawer a drawer like any other
I had cut my finger again
It was brimful of the skulls of crows
I had to be careful shutting it
The one below it the skulls of herons or something with long beaks like that
But only a dozen or so
Rattling against each other
No bandages my finger kept bleeding
Nothing to wipe up with either
Just heron skulls rolling around with a dry and hollow helpless sound
Across the bottom of the painted wooden drawer
Something told me not to even try to open the last drawer
Even though I was bleeding extravagantly it was eerie
The rest of the dream was a search through rooms and corridors
Closets shelves blood dripping on the floor everyplace
Bland people self-involved would turn incuriously and shoot me a look
Like I was committing some faux pas
I should search more coolly
The fuss was unseemly it wasn't the bleeding
But their shelves held random collections of bric-a-brac and bird skulls
No plants no photographs nothing absorbent painted surfaces
Bottles
Ivory letter openers
Sparrow skulls

cantdog
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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
BUT GOING FURTHER BACK

these skull were dinosaurs

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
skulls.

A poem obsessed with the skulls of birds.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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One of those really weird dreams

Translates well into really weird poetry.

champagne1982champagne1982almost 18 years ago
I liked

this image

"Just heron skulls rolling around with a dry and hollow helpless sound

Across the bottom of the painted wooden drawer"

and this part could be a poem on its own

"Bland people self-involved would turn incuriously and shoot me a look

Like I was committing some faux pas

I should search more coolly

The fuss was unseemly"

You can turn the capitals off at the beginning of each line if you write your poems in Notepad or go into your options of word and turn off the feature that capitalizes the first word after a line break.

Unless you'd like to stay old-fashioned that is... but I think caps beginning a line work only when you're writing a set form poem in period language, like a sonnet or something.

(Please don't say anything about my style in my early poems ;) I know I rhymed and capitalized too)

logophilelogophileover 19 years ago
Dreamers

I have vivid, sometimes crazy dreams as well. You've captured this one perfectly. Thanks for sharing!

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