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.
Jacquie Prebich
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
