Plucking the Poisonous Parrott

Plucking the Poisonous Parrot Antonia had been a happy go lucky flamingo until her wings cracked Now cascades of monotonous voices extracted venomous bickering The parrot she took on as a charity case to quell her sadness now pecked And would not shut up until the cage engulfed both vicious black souls In her black box of contempt and too tired to shine life plucked away Her coat tarred and feathered hanging from a thread of Munch’s scream She attempted to touch away the poisonous croaking until she hung Upside down from the swing with her head drowning in char coaled paint Which oozed into her every pore morose and devoid of harmony’s rainbow She became so void that all chakras burned in toxic cantankerous fire Beatings of her life parroted a cacophonous mind pierced and exploding Until everything shattered even her deafening malignant resentment When the clock struck midnight and there was nothing more to vanish But her Self and the stained melancholy sheet of dysphonic dysphoria She remembered Oscar of the novel The Tin Drum shouting so loudly That her crystal dysmorphic mirror imploded and bars bent under the strain With her last resolve she plucked the parrot and An-Tonia was free Colours shone brightly once again and the voices were good She buried the bird under an olive tree with a song of epitaph’s prayer And kept one single feather to remind her just in case it was not yet dead 20th January 2019 Contest entered: Free style poetry contest sponsored by Emily Pinet