The Emu - flightless bird
The emu stalks warily, a large feathered bird.
I expect it will escape, take flight,
its shadow stretching arrowlike across the land.
Instead, the emu runs as fast as the wind
On strong, lean legs.
Expectations and assumptions.
I look past my useless feathers to find my
unexpected strength.
Eucalyptus. photo copyright - courtesy of Akrotiri
Skin bruised with mottled patches
at different stages of repair.
Grazed and scored you display
your experience for all to see.
You are beautiful, standing
strong and colourful.
The courage to be,
despite the scars.
In An Unguarded Moment - Photo copyright. Used with permission of Akrotiri 2012.
The heart of the house received a few invited friends via this locked door.
I wander through freely now (like anyone can) and see remnants, signs of life and love. Things aren’t the same. I laugh at the irony. The lock is broken providing ultimate access but is still the most recognisable item amongst the rubble.
Ironic too that random visitors pay more respect to the fragility of the contents now than they did when it was locked up tight.
Maybe I need to stay unlocked, let more visitors through even though my walls are missing.
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