BIRDS IN MY HEAD
First published in September 2021
The birds in my head
panic, flutter flap their wings in terror.
The thoughts in my head
follow suite, swirl, mix random words and phrases.
They won't leave me
in peace, ratchet up ideas, peck poems into fragments.
I gather stray handfuls
of ideas, stare at the birds, listen to their songs.
I open the door in my mind,
trap the birds one by one between gentling hands.
I watch them take to the air,
leaving behind a new-laid poem, its words untried, blue,
smooth as a blackbird's egg.