I wanted to post this one warm and raw. This week’s six-sentence story feels more like a poem, and I was afraid that if I sat with it any longer, I’d over-refine it into something it isn’t. So it’s a bit of a crossbreed... an experiment for the blog hop or something like that...
The weekly writing challenge is hosted by GirlieOnTheEdge, and you can find links to other participants’ work through the link-up.
Six Sentence Story #13
I was touched by a chirping bird with its wings tied behind its back, and for the first time in life I could smell spring without my throat closing up.
In my delusions, I had hoped that I could catch this magnificent creature, make it drink from a cup on my windowsill, and snatch it for myself.
Who knows, perhaps I could even teach it human tongue.
However, beside its tunes, my poetry felt like humming a note I couldn’t hold without losing my breath.
Maybe I was getting increasingly bonkers, expecting a bird to talk to me, “chirp-chirp” I would go, “chirp-chirp, come in now,” but the bird wouldn’t even look at me.
And in time I learned to sit on the windowsill, watching it march away with its beak still in my chest, whispering “chirp-chirp, come in now” to something that had no desire to know me.
There's more of my work:
All of the six-sentence stories.
The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.
There is also a page for all of the poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.
the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
You may get more satisfactory results by untying its wings… hehehe
???? I never thought about it. ? ?
Sing your own song, as you DO have we your own music. Bleed a little, cleanse, and heal…
?? thank you Liz!
quietly effective* Six!
*or engaging or… hell, kinda evocative
Yes, the bird was the one being evocative. I guess you can’t shower beautiful things with admiration and lock them up after all.
Oh and thank you so much Clark, it was very sweet of you ❤️
Beautifully written.
Thank you so much!
I’m struck by the image of a bird with its wings tied behind its back – what a curious thing to have happened, and I can’t help but wonder how. and I want to help release it from its assumed pain and inability to fly. for that reason alone, I hope you catch it…if only to set it free.
Thank you. It was meant to. Feel a bit off.
Beautiful written, but poor bird!
Thank you. I agree.
A sad little story tenderly told.
Thank you for your comment ?
I do hope it does get free somehow. This is a touching story,
I hope so too. Thank you.
The bird did chirp for you to hear.
Perhaps… it’s finally free. And hopefully will continue to chirp because damn, it’s beautiful when it does.