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The Bird

written by: Christina Ciufo



Its white wings, like baptism water,
flutter over my melancholy head,
casting away the demons of despair, anger
and dread.

Its feathers, like snow plummeting
onto the mountains and evergreen trees,
caress and soothe my trembling skin
with their delicateness.

Its song, like an angel’s voice
reciting Hail Holy Queen
beside my ear while I pray,
brings serenity and enlightenment
from its composed notes into my soul.

The bird called Hope

Christina Ciufo

Christina Ciufo

Christina Ciufo is a passionate writer in poetry, short stories, flash fictions, fables, and completing her first novel. At a very young age, she always had a passion for writing stories and poems, specifically in fairytales, folklore, supernatural, and horror. After graduating Sacred Heart University with a BA in English, she continued to expand her writing abilities at Manhattanville College’s MFA Creative Writing Program and by May 2017, graduated with an MFA degree in Creative Writing. She completed Sacred Heart University's Education Program in December 2018 with a MAT in Teaching in both elementary and secondary. She is currently a Sunday School Teacher. She has appeared in Gravitas, Spillwords, Ovunque Siamo, Nymphs, Vamp Cat Magazine, Z Publishing Ohio, Nightingale & Sparrow, Truly Review, Mookychick, Door is a Jar Magazine, Bonnie's Crew, The Poetry Question, Twist in Time Magazine, Moonchild Magazine, The Wolf Feeds Poetry, Crêpe & Penn, Marias at Sampaguitas, Cauldron Anthology, dream walking, Selcouth Station Magazine, Beneath The Fever, The Wild Literary Magazine, Speculate This Magazine Analogies & Allegories Literary Magazine and The Clay Literary Magazine.
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