Sunday, January 27, 2008


Of all the scaffolding members
of a half-eaten avian carcass--
why this one?

Forked like a path,
denoter of multiple possibility
choice and chance.

Anchor of wings,
sole supporter of soaring flight
dreams and desires.

Shield of the beating heart,
bony armor behind the breast
guardian of breath

or if nothing else,
a promise of full bellies,
clutched in greasy fingers.

Call it the thankbone instead
and pull with a will. In the hearty snap
of breaking bone: Thank you, God.


Jamie said...

Wonderful evocative images and a good take on "wish"

Gattina said...

I never heard about wishbones and had to look it up in Wikipedia to know what it was, lol !

Dale said...

Great poem, Tiel.

tegdirb92 said...

what a great take on wish, well done!

Mo said...

I love the imagery and the eloquence of this poem, thank you for sharing it with us for Manic Monday!

Manic Mo

the teach said...

Great poem! Very creative! full of images... Good job and good take on wish. :)

Sandee (Comedy +) said...

Very well done. Have a great MM. :)