Straw House, poetry by Barbara Harris Leonhard at Spillwords.com
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Straw House

Straw House

written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard

 

Nestled in a bed woven
of twigs, grass, mud,   
a shattered blue egg
and a shiny pink hatchling.

Its tiny head            
stretches backward.
Soft yellow beak opens
the bright orange throat,
     I am alive!
          I am     alive!

Fragile, tiny life
screams for food.   
Can it thrive     
through storms, parasites,
disease?

I shelter in my nest.
Dare I sing my life,
gather with my flock?        
If I fly the coop,
fail to soar,
I lie        exposed,
hunted        by an invisible predator.
     Ready to die?     
My remains, carted away   
to a mass grave.

Huddled in this brittle shell,
cracked open for a view of light,
of sun to scan my glossy skin.
     Still alive.
             Still     alive.

Barbara Harris Leonhard

Barbara Harris Leonhard

OCTOBER 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Barbara Harris Leonhard is a retired ESL Instructor who has regained her poetic voice. Her work appears in Free Verse Revolution, Spillwords, October Hill Magazine, Dark Poet’s Club, Vita Brevis, Well Versed 2020, Silver Birch Press, Amethyst Review, among others. Barbara earned both third place and honorary mention for two poems in Well Versed 2021. Barbara is currently marketing her first poetry collection, Three-Penny Memories. From that memoir collection, her poem “Cooking a Life with a Wire Spine”, was nominated for Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press in August 2021. Barbara’s blog - Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver. Her poetry podcast - Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul.
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