LIVVY OWEN
Third Prize - 2022 Tower Poetry Competition, 'Dream'
Dreambird
If you could hold, as I do, an alpine swift of yearning
her brittle bones that carry magnitudes
and know that your palm can offer her nothing
If you could hear, as I do, the memories of long-fossilised giants
roar beneath her feathers
and taste gunpowder, but hear only birdsong
If you could watch, as I do, my dreambird tip a wing in farewell
to the saffron moon
and drink in the dawn from a narrow window
If you could wonder, as I do, if she will see the valleys of Aranyani
and leave behind the burning ocean,
else softly sink, forget that you can fly
If you could see her now, as I do, returned from feverish flight
to sing the skies blue again,
would you not wonder why she chooses to stay?
She is impossible
and yet there she is