I’m not against rhyme, I promise–there were just a few poetry classes, where I was forced to write sonnets and the like. And they did not go well. (Picture me muttering to myself, trying to determine stressed and unstressed syllables.)

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Freedom! From WikiMedia by Rob Speed.

From WikiMedia by Rob Speed.


Words dance on the page

rising and falling to the beat

music that sings


Words rattle the cage

and concede defeat

a bird with clipped wings

About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

2 responses »

  1. Marcia says:

    First, this is so elegantly and beautifully said, and any writer (especially of poems) knows exactly what you mean. Well done.

    Secondly, I used to raise parrots of all shapes and sizes, (we had 46 birds at one point) and we had a little green-cheeked conure exactly like this one! His name was Sgt. Peeper, and he was such a funny little bird. He talked up a storm, and lived with us twelve years before heading off on his final flight. I laughed when I saw this picture!

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