Today's poem is by Elizabeth Harvell
Goldfinch After Rain
Where the gold of your feather, pulled
by flame, lifts from its surface and bleedsinto the water drop, domes above the body,
I see an iris bead, flatten, and sliplike an eye's final closing. I remember
your history: a string tied to your legtethered you to some wanting child, kept you
close to the ground yet somehow flyinglow enough to entertain. But your body was
more than thata tongue for whatthe mouth could not form. How many men
painted you clutched in Christ's hand,your feathers spilling from the child's
fingers. How many needed to confineyour wings in the palm and silence you
no song reflected in your eye. I lift younow from the ground outside my house,
brush the water from your face, and forcemy candle closer. I hope to see a need
to keep you here; I bury you in the dark.
Copyright © 2005 Elizabeth Harvell All rights reserved
from Crab Orchard Review
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