POEMS‎ > ‎

Canary

posted May 20, 2009, 11:24 AM by David Storlie   [ updated Feb 1, 2010, 11:11 PM ]
My love's a canary
while at her nest
lurk cuckoos 
she's mothering
but upon my request
she'll turn them loose 
when I'm the cuckoo
at her breast
between two smooth eggs 
attempting to pursue
a secret quest
(to climb the longest legs) 
often tried and fell
without rest
to reach those eggs again 
(and even cracked my shell)
but now I'll test
my beak against them 
the tips of which
I find the hardest
points of their ellipse 
those shapes amaze
one with interest
(like watching an eclipse) 
I am a spy
at her behest
to watch them overnight 
with eagle's eyes
(for I've the best
of all views in sight) 
until the sun awakes
rising from her rest
she flutters up again 
to bathe in lakes
she always protests
as I follow her in
for her love's a snake,
her one (and only) sin.
Comments