Bluebird Speaks
Here I sit, eating red berries, amongst the new-
fallen snow that’s softer than an old baby sweater.
You probably thought my color was solid blue, but
my breast is brown as a cello, making me better.
Humans are usually unaware of my nocturnal traits,
my slumber provides dreams just as vivid as yours.
I often dream that I’m a different species, instead of
a bluebird in this mountain town by the river shores.
Sometimes I dream of being a vividly colored macaw,
living in a tropical rain forest that is far to the south.
Or a gannet diving so deep into the ocean waves,
that I resurface with a shiny pearl in my mouth.
Once I dreamed I was a trained Peregrine falcon,
living long ago back in the time of Earl Grey.
I would fly very fast, then swoop quite low, while
avoiding detection and returning with my prey.
When my pleasant dreamtime is over, I emerge
from my slumber, forced to start each day anew.
I trudge through the drudgery of my daily tasks,
knowing sleep is my reward, because birds dream too.
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My dramatic monologue poem in response to Linda Kruschke’s Dramatic Monologue Paint Chip Poetry Prompt.
DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE: Poem spoken by a character or through a persona (Greek for “mask”), rather than by the poet or an unidentified *speaker. In a dramatic monologue, the speaker must be identified, although he need not be named. The character who speaks the monologue will usually be human, but it an be an animal, a plant, or perhaps an inanimate object. Definition from the poetry dictionary by John Drury.
THE CHALLENGE: Please title your poem “____________ Speaks.” And please include at least four of these words and phrases in your dramatic monologue: bluebird, Earl Grey, pearl, mountain town, baby sweater, rain forest, and cello.
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Who knew bluebirds dreamed of being falcons? So cool. We have a cooper’s hawk that’s been hanging out in our yard. I wonder if the finches dream of being him instead of his lunch?
We don’t have bluebirds in the UK. Your poem is great!