Avian Bondage

Plumage of gold and green/ Saturated color, only in dreams/ She flies above my winter bed/ A ribbon tangled round her head/ Beauty’s song is muted now/ Yet so pure and eloquent/ I try to catch her, hold her down/ I need to know what her song meant/ Of Avian Bondage © SusanTMartin’23

We Lost Her

“Where I was Found is Where I Remain, a Scar on the Ground in The Land of Lost Names”©STMartin2022 ***Trigger Warning* This post contains adult subject matter such as mental illness and loss of life by one’s own hand*** ANOTHER FRIEND GONE: She is young, strong and beautiful. A gymnast, so good that she teachesContinueContinue reading “We Lost Her”