Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2017  Vol. 16 No. 1
an online journal of literature and the arts
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Philomela After the Metamorphosis

What I remember most—the stillness
before flight. My body could not

believe it would rise into sky
and escape his torture. Punishing

grass, the frantic minutes I ran
stretched longer than the year

woven in silence. As a child,
I feared birds—their feathers,

stealth from behind, leaving
in a flutter. Their freedom terrified

me most but while escaping, all I
wanted was to become a creature who

lifts without thought—only instinct.
Not merely to sing but to be song.  

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