Sand Bird Poem by Miss Fairytale

Lacking an inborn sense of territory
I could soar through rivers,
But in midair I was exulted.

I exhaled the mountains
To fly through the desert,
Sand on my feathers

Soaking into my bird-flesh
My pores seemed to breathe
the deep-yellow into themselves
without exhalation.

The coarse grains toughened my skin
Buried into my feathers
To stain them yellow

They pushed into me
Like reeds to the ponds bed
Until I became a crystalline grain

in the vast field of sand,
Just one.



5th August 2007

[ A bird girl poem ]