pome

[Jack of Hearts]

i am a blue robin.
mama's frying pan burns me when she flips homefries.
the way the sunshine falls in through the blinds
is breaking my heart.
i can hear the breathing wind,
see it push the banded leaves apart.

where had breakfast gone?
when i gaze into the dark
where the ceiling should be,
the starched sheets drawn tight under me
and shut your eyes, a lullaby
will make everything alright

for a blue robin.

[hallaig]

No sure about the blue robin which seems to introduce a wilful element of obscurity but I like the immediacy of this, the true slice of consciousness.