Fledgling

Fourteen.
My days as dangerous and echoing as a tin with razor sharp edges thrown into the bin.
Then summer. You.
Your free spirit like birdsong, trilled,
Found me, loved me, filled my world to bursting.
Egg shells cracked mosaic-like,
Fledgling life peaked through.

For Monday’s d’Verse Quadrille prompt: Egg

13 thoughts on “Fledgling

  1. This really evokes the exuberance, impetuousness, newness and fragility of youth. I remember fourteen. Such powerful memories, but I wouldn’t go back there for any money.
    I love the image of “days as dangerous and echoing as a tin with razor sharp edges.” Beautifully expressed.

  2. An exquisite Quadrille of teenagehood. I love the lines:
    ‘My days as dangerous and echoing as a tin with razor sharp edges thrown into the bin’
    and
    ‘Egg shells cracked mosaic-like,
    Fledgling life peaked through’..

    1. Thank you so much, Kim, for your very generous comment. I apologize that it did go to spam initially but I was able to retrieve. Thank you for taking the time to connect!

  3. Great opening lines ~ These words are beautiful:

    Your free spirit like birdsong, trilled,
    Found me, loved me, filled my world to bursting.

  4. Hi Jo-Anne! I did leave a comment on your poem but, as with some other posts, it’s not showing. I wonder if it has gone to spam.

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