The Birds of Light
The Birds of Light
By Diya Krishnan
I saw a mysterious aura with a glow
The sweet grass clung to a drop of dew
And the critters tweeted the feeling anew
And the once-gusty winds ceased to blow
And it was like the world had put on a show
And this beautiful glory was not seen by few
So many different kinds of birds gathered to coo
In a place that no people know.
But then we heard a crack
Among all the noise
That the great tree lost its charm
When it broke its arm
And we had no choice
But to fly all the way back.
In this poem, the tree is a metaphor for a good woman who happily accepts assigned responsibilities. Each bird, light by itself, represents an incremental pinprick of a chore or an injury. The euphonious first stanza hides the strain that the tree undergoes with the accretion of each bird. While no single bird can harm the tree, the cumulative impact of a large flock of birds cannot be ignored. The crack of the tree limb represents the final snapping of the good person’s patience. Just as the loudness of the splintering “arm” scares and chases away the birds, the anger of the put-upon woman can frighten those who caused the explosion.
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