Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 67.0: July 19th, 2007

Like Birds, Then Cursed
by Belinda Roddie

The stones upon this shore have turned to eggs

And on this separate ground they fertilize

With fragrant breath and long, elegant legs

They look like growing girls with eyes of green

That change their shade to show their every dream

So ladies born like birds live separate lives

And every boy with his warm red fantasies

Their passion lit like bonfires to the skies

They kiss the golden skin in revelry

But pull their lips away in quiet fear

For then it is their secrets all will hear

So ladies born like birds live separate lives

On stones amidst the like they hide their wings

In velvet gowns that shapeshift like their eyes

And one, if not from some, quietly sings

Of emerging from a lovely woman’s womb

Instead of being resigned to separate tombs

As ladies born like birds live separate lives

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