Bird Of Winged Flowers Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Bobbing bird, flower -
nothing splits
the two splashes
from each other,

like a brush
held by a shivering hand
spread like a pair
of flashing scissors.

Skipping and spinning
from hinges
in a tightened palm,
every slosh
sketching out wings
and green leaves,

as withered specks
build up wool
and flannel
for a moth's coat.

Flown by a bird's wings
to spray petals
in unclothed,
cloud-free space.

(ii)

Steering a new pace.
Splashing beams
from sun's melting face

Sneezing out
rays to trail
a soft wheeled breeze.

As mini-rainbows
arch over
a canvas' fresco,
sketching out
a bulging sunflower's stalk.

From the flower's eye,
a gold finch flaps wings
behind a fire finch

igniting the flame
of a hummingbird to spiral
into a flower's nipple
squeezing out
spurting drops of nectar

to make the bird
fly a thousand miles
planted
on the compass point

spinning the bird wings
of a butterfly
taking off like a jet
with pollen
for another flower's harbor,

a fire ginger spitting out
the flame of s firefinch.

A beaming shrub
of sun-pulling flowers
explodes
into a thousand wings
sprayed to flower the sky.