Ariel

the bluebird sings
yew trees grin
a sunless mourning

snow falls
solemn angels wait,
but it’s winter

white summer heels
petticoat prettied
books, babies, poetry

a tea sandwich
cut in two,
white cold milk
open the bedroom window

but, it’s winter

shh, sleep sleep
beautiful gentle sleep,
a lady always wears gloves

a wobbly knob
a click
the white metal box
hisses

inhale, breathe
black blacker
brilliant blackness

oh the joy
the jubilation,
released

a bluebird sings
the bell jar rings.

Written by 

Jacquie Prebich was raised in New York City and currently resides in Los Angeles. She started ballet at age five and danced until her first pregnancy. Jacquie loves writing, producing, and directing. She created Ballet Theatre in 2006, a new performance concept combining classical ballet with acting, singing, and live music. Jacquie began writing poetry after undergoing rehab for prescription pain pills— an addiction that developed as a result of dance injuries. Jacquie lives in a scenic canyon with her family and rescue animals. She is currently working on her first poetry book. Follow Jacquie on Twitter @JwPrebich

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