Welcome to Wounded Sparrow

In the Kingdom of David The false Knight lies On the steps of the temple With the Lord of flies Entangled in an enigma A web of lies Between arrogance and ignorance And the Harlot’s thighs The voice of the virgin from the village cries “Wisdom you wish for is in thine...

I’ve never known this feeling There are angels on the ceiling Wondrous sounds around me reeling The Prophet is kneeling To all my senses appealing The inner light revealing ancient writings on the wall I crawl Out of the darkness Into the Hall 0f Old Dead Poets And...

My non de plume Is in the waiting room For something supernatural to happen My tongue is tied The messenger lied And the crew have all turned on the captain Shadows fall in the hall of truth Darkness crawls through the streets A Goddess, a crone and a troubled youth...

My sister sang waltzing Matilda All those nights when we couldn't sleep And sailing away for Kylamnos For sponge diving into the deep There was never a night so darkly That together we couldn't see The torch of Jeanette Isabella Or the three ships sailing at sea I...

The Ghost of Little Grey Little Grey passed away in 1998 a wicked witch a mental glitch and too much on a plate a date that couldn’t wait all the boys relate A whimsical wordplay? A wisp of misty grey? An innocent who hardly spent a moment and a day. An Eastern...

Look! At Last! In the distance In the mist A budding tree Amongst the greys The formless days Grim death gripped One-liners Whispered from The sky watcher’s grave Swirling snowflakes Countless outtakes Someday breaks With optimism And ripening fruit And in the muted...

To soon the night Pewter handled candle snuffer Snuffs the light I strain my ears to listen Poorly drawn physician Just for a moment, glistens Wingless angel’s kiss and You disappear You disappear Into the clear Blue Moon, Blue Moon and wine Pinot Noir , bizarre...

Teacher drops a China cup And shatters it to pieces It mattered not The tea is hot The earth beneath still freezes

Misery loves company The relatives are here The silence breaks The smiles fake The sweet talk unclear I sit on the dark side With a spliff and a beer Pretending not to notice That my lipstick is smeared. You gotta pay the piper If you want to hear the song Hush a bye...

Bell bottom jeans Led Zeppelin Tee Long brown haired boy Looking at me Breeze from the Octopus Lifted my skirt Cotton candy man called me a flirt I lost one of my clogs In the mud between two prize hogs Summer in the City Great Hagerstown Fair I thought I was Pretty...

Rain on the weatherman's shoes Hot Humble pie, come to dinner The networks that carry the news Hold opposing views of the winner And the years go by Like clouds in the sky And no one notices the tears that you cry The Flood gates open The coping skills fly And the...

By Donna Fitzgerald Waiting for the muse to wake me On the morning after Looking for a lucky break In the peeling plaster Listening for the sounds of music Drafty olden rafters Hissing steam of radiators Great creator’s master. Laughter rising from the children...

By Donna Fitzgerald A glorious voice In the void of the white noise In a whispery, willowy way An ancient chorus From the Black Forest Panting Chanting translations of cryptic scrawling And chalk drawings from the walls of a cave Striking a chord deep within the core...

By Donna Fitzgerald Engineer of a model train ‘neath an evergreen ever slain In celebration of the pain And all the ghosts of Christmas Multi-colored blinking lights any town’s electric eyes Search the branches for the skies In hope of Father Christmas Monolith of...

By Donna Fitzgerald I’ve held good memories In one hand while the other hand Was tied behind my back I’ve breathed the secrets deep within The walls about to crack I’ve felt the pull The compass spin While history pulled me back I thought I would crawl the trail you...

By Donna Fitzgerald I sip my tea from a flea Market find Stoneware depicting an old barn sign Farm hand stacking wheat A place I have seen A Commonwealth, common wealth Sense of self I dip my toast They boast And defame the good old American name In the same Chamber...

By Donna Fitzgerald The vampire is in the living room With the chain-smoking Self-promoting babysitter The priest sweeps the ashes with a broom The tempest is in the teapot And she getting bitter The doctor has no remedy for doom The nurse holds the basin To catch all...

By Donna Fitzgerald The rain isn’t red They tell me it’s all in my head And the sky isn’t azure blue The sun doesn’t shine for most of the time And the weatherman doesn’t have a clue Rain on the window Brings the black and green scarecrow With a word from the other...