This is all I have right now. The first poem was written in response to a picture of a window with a bird emerging from the wallpaper.
The Third Floor Bedroom
An open window,
A dawn into a world unknown,
Another beginning of a life forgotten,
As the fog rises and the light breaks free,
Sights of something new appears,
A vision unseen before,
And the imagination begins to wonder,
What is out there?
The wind stops, and all is silent.
For a second, nothing moves,
Then a glimpse of white catches the eye.
A small wing flutters,
For a bird has broken free,
And the mind is amazed,
At something so unnatural,
But the bird and the window,
Are both setting out into a new world,
Of original obstacles,
And original solutions.
For this bedroom is only the beginning,
Of a new world beyond the third-floor.
- by Matt Stephens