Loneliness is a dark thing, closeted away, along with other skeletons….
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Wordle’s words
A Bird on the Wire
Look. There. A bird on the wire.
She stared at a lonely moon long before
we ever discovered the elephant in the room.
She’d keep it closeted forever, if she could;
though one day it spilled out on its own, surprising everyone.
And when it did, she said she had had enough of the skeletons in there.
She said it wasn’t possible to step up her game any further.
Change, she admitted, with remorse, was inevitable.
Along with a head shake and a bruising mouth twist, she declared:
There are no gifts in the present. Her insight was a stern purple.
Therefore, she wouldn’t stay.
I never saw her after that.
Only wire.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Like the play on words in the line, “There are no gifts in the present.” Really clever 🙂
Not as clever as you may think… 😉
Randy
Your very first line in the post is all too true, Randy.
janet
I should a just skipped the poem?
😉 Randy
Such poignant imagery…that little bird feels strong to me…could be the purple or the fact that she chose to fly away from those skeletons..
Funny how people interpret poetry in different ways.
My sense in writing it was that the pain of having it all “outed” was too much, and so he/she fled .
Leaving the viewer, reader, or antagonist, alone now, too.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Randy
ah the elephant in the room….and when its unearthed, those skeletons from their burial grounds deep below, sometimes there is no choice except to leave. Well written….especially the terse ending.
Thank you.
I liked the two word ending,
Randy
Great depth of feeling in this, I love when this can be achieved!
Thank you.
Randy
You’re welcome!
😉
beautiful.
🙂
thank you… Randy