For All Those Who Wander
A Poem
Home to me has always been between pages
Thoughts and dreams caught in simple shapes
Words woven together
Black on white
Like twigs into a nest
Rarely do I spare a thought for the birds,
On countless kaleidoscope wings
They gather the odds and ends of anonymous lives
In flights of fancy, they make their strange houses
and there is where
I live.
Where would I be if not for the birds?
Grounded, greasy from the dust and dirt
Empty eyed and bare skinned
Instead, I am painted in ink
Letters spiral on my skin
Kernels of truth glitter
like diamonds at my throat
And pearls of wisdom gleam
in the tresses of my hair
By their lifeworld
I am made bright.
I am a blessed nomad.
Into the razor-edged everyday
I carry a pocketful of eggs
the smooth caress of shell on skin
and round warm weight
in the palm of my hand.
Whenever or wherever I wander
When the silence finds me,
There is birdsong, too.
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About the Creator
EJ Ferguson
EJ Ferguson is a UK-based writer and occasional poet. She holds a BA in Creative Writing from University of South Wales, and is perpetually working on a debut novel. She is often found buried beneath soft blankets and two enormous cats.
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Comments (4)
Love this!
Ahhhh. This is good. Stretches the senses. ✌️
Great poem!
Fabulous!!!