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262nd Weekly Poetry Contest winner: I DREAMT OF A BROKEN BIRD

by Ciarán Parkes

I dreamt of a broken bird that couldn't fly
left by a child in a box of grass and found
years later making the same lost sound
so it seemed a miracle that it didn't die.

I dreamt of someone clutched around a pain
that wouldn't go away, a wound, an injury
that put on layers, grew outwards like a tree
until it seemed impossible to contain

within a body's span. I saw the bird
still try to move, still pulsing desperately
in the sheltering place constructed for its safety
by that well meaning child. I saw the hard

growth round the tender wound. It took no art
to see my dream was all about the heart.

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