A Caged Bird Soars Free

The nightingale soars faster than dawn can rise; its rosy fingers straining for her talons. Air lifts her wings and tosses her higher.

Fly, nightingale, fly.

With her heart full, she stops to sleep, just before her day begins.

Live, nightingale, live.

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15 responses to “A Caged Bird Soars Free

  1. Such a creative take on the prompt. Well done!

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  2. Flying and living: interchangeable.

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  3. KymmInBarcelona

    Love the opening image, the rosy fingers straining for her talons.

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  4. I second that on the “rosy fingers…”! Beautiful imagery!

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  5. A wonderful tribute to Maya, if I’m reading this right. The imagery of dawn’s red fingers reaching for the nightingale is perfect!

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  6. This is a beauty! A joy to read.

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