The Ancient Modern

To You The Cursed /  Joshua Alan Sturgill                            

If I happen to succeed
at capturing the Wild Bird

how long could she live
under my well-intentioned 

ignorance?  O Beauty!
O Wild Bird!  I am to you

the cursed antagonist
of a fairytale, doomed

to cast my love forever
out of reach!  No sooner 

does my shadow pass
over the beautiful mouth, 

the eyes, the wings
but they wilt and tarnish

emptied of their splendor
as they turn to stone


All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2022 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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