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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Within the Crescent City, an exotic beauty dwells. Amid spires and temple domes, finds the Priestess, Mirabel. Her hair the color of Raven wings, almond eyes a sultry brown. She bears the kiss of Destiny, upon her face and brow. Upon the day of her birth, a beauty mark, small and pink, At the corner of her eye, as a flower bud, drawn in ink. Mirabel had a vision, at the tender age of fifteen. After which an open flower, now, beside her eye was seen. When Pah-Ja-Rem, the ruler of Crescent City, heard of Mirabel, he knew that her visions, would serve him, very well. Placed within the Palace strong, when Mirabel came of age. Dressed in silks and draped in jewels, a bird in a gilded cage. As her visions came to pass, the flowers bloomed upon her cheek. They trail upon here shoulders, on her hips down to her feet. No longer does the gilding chafe, Mirabel knows the power visions wield. For now Mirabel, pulls the strings, a puppet rulers fate is sealed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written by Paula Swanson For the contest: Tell Her Story Placement: 1st

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011

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Super budgie

Blue bird in a gilded cage:

But not as much as a single whistle from it,

and no piping, not even a proverbial peep,

only deafening silence from behind the bars.

To get the little blue beast to sing!

One plays it a symphony by Dvorak:

Nothing. There's only silence from the bird.

One plays the budgie some Smetana:

Again, nothing but silence from within the cage.

Beethoven then.  Surely the Master's music

will get this avian singing again.

Alas, it's all to no avail.  One only gets blank stares from the bird.

But, it's time for one last try, hope against hope: 

One plays the feathery, captive foil

the Jimi Hendrix Experience, plays their "Still Raining, Still Dreaming":

The budgie suddenly chirps out loud in Martian:

Whistles songs from very far away, yet from very, very near,

and at one and the same time:

Sings, fluting, songs from Everywhere, songs from Nowhere,

songs without limits, ones without an end,

songs sang backwards and forwards at once,

faster than the speed of sound.

Copyright © Gary Onderisin | Year Posted 2017

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She's only a bird in a gilded cage, an unsung sequel

When the old fellow died,
the cage opened wide,
and a very rich chick
Madov mighty quick.

Moral strictures aren't always a guide.

Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2018