Rosy Brown
Poetry by Luchtkonijn
This piece appears in Vol 1: Beginnings from Spill Your Dreams, a collective publishing group. Experience the inspiration session that led to its creation.
Never before
did I notice the ochre,
yellow and rosy brown
hidden in the feathers
of a lady duck.
I am no biologist
or savy on waterfowl
A lucid dream comes to me
spiked and summoned
by the hen.
In this phantom moment
I am her oxygen
I am the ripples in the water
I am the silent splashing
of her webbed feet.
She flaps her wings
and leaves me there
I end before I can begin
cemented within pebbles
yellow and rosy brown.
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I love how much I felt like a duck while reading this :)
"I am the silent splashing of her webbed feet." Thank you, Luchtkonijn.