Mockingjay, pretty bird or elegant deadly queen?
A woman, a
creature of dystopia and mythology.
If there’s one bird to be, it would be a
Though I know
Mockingjays are real as symbols of courage.
Birds which don’t break, they carry on;
Reinventing, Mother Earth evolving and re-working,
humans would call a mistake;
Yet these Jays
cannot be hidden away, they’re fierce warriors risen.
Mockingjay, could I fly close to the sun?
Icarus (I think) burned off his majestic wings doing such a deed,
I’d think a
celestial queen of Mockingjays is smarter.
She’s a stealthy bird whose whistle,
repeats any tune heard,
mimickery can be confusing to her enemy.
Mockingjay queen, would keep her scars hidden,
Safe beneath feathers which float, as hope;
Now fuzz, falling
furiously as she grows, dropping downy —
Fast, no longer a chick adorned with puffiness.
Now a full-blown
black and white glory who sings life’s story,
The story of pain, betrayal, and loss;
average adventure and most tantalising tale.
Oh, what a
Mockingjay can truly be,
When her heads
adorned by sunlight and truth,
Choosing her battles and using her
The Melody you’re humming to yourself.
The sweetest songs of tears,
quicksilver and liquid gold,
She burns with fire in her soul, though she is no
Yet she rises from the
ashes of society and science;
your tunes, the echoes throughout her wild lands.
never catch a Mockingjay, there’s wrath in her footprints,
Her anger caused,
ignites an inner flame brilliant.
She’ll swoop from
above and end you below,
dignified woman, no longer laughing,
Going to battle, her war song a
Mockingjay flies her wings fluid, her form grace designed.
legendary bird of modern times,
Survival of the fittest crossing genetics;
Nature re-designs better than a science lab of
Mockingjay is more than bird she is the huntress,
symbolic warrior of Ancient Greece and Rome – Artemis;
Bow with blazing
pyrotechnics and lethal skill, pointed at her kill.
She lives and she
dreams of the day, the war is long ended,
revenge and the cold stone hearted have no meaning.
Her desire is the
melody so beautiful it thrills and heals,
Enraptures a soul with clearly sung words.
She’s a warrior with
golden platted lashes, winged at her pray;
seductress and and goddess flying free.
Mockingbird walks, she sways, feathers flocked close,
precious as the sparrow, calling lonely for her love.
scarred, her heart torn;
So strong but in need of
help most of all.
Even symbols of strength such as her,
a fictitious tune with ease;
Need more than
survival to hope for.
needs more than, a She gilded bird cage.
Credit: Laces and Tiaras
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