I stole Birds

by Rania Moallem   Jul 25, 2020

On some mornings I stole birds.

I opened my eyes
and robbed the day of its disorder.

Ran like a thunderstorm into crowds
to silence the vrooms and honks;
I absorbed the frequencies of sound like thick glass.

I raised my voice.

On some mornings
I freed the birds
and hid in sound pollution.
I laid the fragile songs in their cot
and inbreathed emptiness.
I wandred vast, barren wastelands
and embraced the stiff bushes.

On some mornings
I didn't want to be heard.


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  • 2 months ago

    by Gracy Judith

    This is such a well-written poem! Reminds me of breaking free from the hustle and bustle of noisy surroundings for the want of silence and peace. Loved it!

  • 2 months ago

    by cassie hughes

    Well written. I particularly love the line 'On some mornings I free the birds and hid in sound pollution' it reminds me of sitting in the garden in the early hours when I can't sleep, watching the sun rise and getting lost in the dawn chorus.

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