Blood Birds

Jolie O'Dell

What gore.

Flocks of droplets

Fly from my core.

The tide roaring,

A red flapping of

Origami wings-

They splatter in form,

Melt like feathers

On pink cat tongues.

Look,

Your hands are

Dripping with them.

Rip the pages:

They scream like

Caught finches.

Their voices compose

Shrill thistles

To unhook eyes and skin.

Vicious pets

Uncaged at last-

Will you feed them?

They are not parasites.

This is my blood

To yours,

My call.

Published by Jolie O'Dell

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  • Deonils1/31/2008

    I tend to agree with Mike Sutherland--a special blend of gory images next to gentler ones of birds, smooth skin, melt[ing] like feathers, and finally "unaged at last"! Well done JA O"dell. I will need to re-read this because it is pretty special--out of the ordinary! Neil

  • Shanelle Diaz12/14/2007

    Had to read it twice, thanks!

  • Kady Burney12/9/2007

    I think this is probably my favorite out of all the poetry I have read....nicely done!

  • Linda Ann Nickerson12/1/2007

    Excellent pacing.

  • Mike Sutherland11/30/2007

    A combination Edgar Allen Poe and Alfred Hitchcock; flawless prose.

  • bw Frampton11/30/2007

    J.A.
    Great, vivid images. A lot of color in your words. I truly enjoyed this work.

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