Home Finch, red head, fuzzy.
It’s back brown and white feathers spread to
A surprise of red. I gasp.
The plain bird accompanies in strips and plaid but
is too far away for sight or delight and definitely
not exotic purple or with turquoise plumage,
and this is not the Gulf of Mexico, Antiqua, The Borneo Islands,
or San Miguel, Mexico
But I still thrill seeing Home Finch
With the red head.
The waving trees
reminds me of Mother
taking me out in the world for
An adventure.
I climb into her red Chevy convertible
wearing a shocking pink, scaparelli topper.
Her smile next to mine makes it all possible.
Later, Eating the salty pretzel outside of the department store
is the best part,
for in those days I did not need a boost,
of sighted iridescent feathers to give me strength,
as the joyous shopping trip culminated
in our flight down the road.
Author Bio:
Thea Schiller, a New York Poet facilitates a poetry workshop at the Somers Library in Somers, N.Y. and holds a B.A. in creative writing from The City University of New York. Her poem, "Sarah" was the Orchard Poetry Prize winner in Furrow, University of Wisconsin. Recently, her poems have appeared in The San Diego Annual Poetry Review 2017-2018, Edify Fiction, The Ravens Perch, 4th & Sycamore, Lucent Dreaming, Hevria and many literary magazines in the past. When given the chance she follows her muse from Norway to Greece.
It’s back brown and white feathers spread to
A surprise of red. I gasp.
The plain bird accompanies in strips and plaid but
is too far away for sight or delight and definitely
not exotic purple or with turquoise plumage,
and this is not the Gulf of Mexico, Antiqua, The Borneo Islands,
or San Miguel, Mexico
But I still thrill seeing Home Finch
With the red head.
The waving trees
reminds me of Mother
taking me out in the world for
An adventure.
I climb into her red Chevy convertible
wearing a shocking pink, scaparelli topper.
Her smile next to mine makes it all possible.
Later, Eating the salty pretzel outside of the department store
is the best part,
for in those days I did not need a boost,
of sighted iridescent feathers to give me strength,
as the joyous shopping trip culminated
in our flight down the road.
Author Bio:
Thea Schiller, a New York Poet facilitates a poetry workshop at the Somers Library in Somers, N.Y. and holds a B.A. in creative writing from The City University of New York. Her poem, "Sarah" was the Orchard Poetry Prize winner in Furrow, University of Wisconsin. Recently, her poems have appeared in The San Diego Annual Poetry Review 2017-2018, Edify Fiction, The Ravens Perch, 4th & Sycamore, Lucent Dreaming, Hevria and many literary magazines in the past. When given the chance she follows her muse from Norway to Greece.
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