The Bluebird

I wonder if the bluebird,

knows just how brilliant he is.

To see his painted blue breast

the color of the midday sky,

to dream of heavens and stars

that can finally be reached.

 

I wonder if he knows that

a breath of excitement escapes at his sight,

that hushed whispers echo round

warning others of his emergence.

 

I see his regal bearing,

his chest puffed out like a knight of the guard,

taking in the exalted hue of his sapphire feathers.

The flick of a midnight eye,

and I’m certain that he knows. 

Reviews

[Eli.Klinger]

A very fantastic poem, quite clear and vivid.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Bri, you are talented, this is just what I expected and more!

1. taking in the exalted hue of his sapphire feathers. - The flick of a midnight eye

[closed..acct]

I love bluebirds, This write is wonderful.
A beautiful write here.