Sea grips shore, sky flares gold,
Waves of turquoise murmur low,
One-legged bird, scarred, bold,
Pierces me, her eyes aglow.
Wings - emerald, red - blaze wide,
Torch the dusk’s frail, thinning veil,
Hops, then climbs, defies the tide,
Sings a wound, keen and frail.
Scars hum low, a silver thread,
Soars where we can never go,
Girl of glass, half-dead,
Whole in Williams’ dreams aglow.
Last flight fades, air grows dim,
We, unwinged, see her rise,
Silence cuts, a blade so grim,
Girl’s wings still, in bird’s sorrow eyes.
The One-Legged Bird
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2025
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