Little Lovebird
Hello, little lovebird. Are you here to see me? I can’t see the reason, but I’ll gladly have your company.
Look, little lovebird. This cage is all yours. Isn’t it cosy and safe?
Tell me, little lovebird. Tell me the truth. Does your beauty reflect that inside me?
Oh, little lovebird. You look so happy! Come perch on my arm and I’ll introduce you to everyone.
Eat, little lovebird. It’s your favourite, same as always. Perhaps your tastes are changing.
Why, little lovebird? Why do you stare out the window so? What have you seen on the other side?
Don’t fret, little lovebird. It’s only your cage. You chose it willingly.
I’m sorry, little lovebird. Please don’t cry. The cage keeps you safe; I’m only thinking of you.
Don’t, little lovebird! I don’t want you to hurt. It’s clear my cage is no longer enough.
Hop along, little lovebird. You’re not mine any longer. The skies are calling.
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Romantic self-projection onto nature! Ah, how my heart lifts to read thee… ahem… I thought some of the lines’ (arg apostrophes…) intentions weren’t entirely clear – i mean the insight of the narrator seems to be able to mind-read the bird, but also there are hints of uncertainty that to some extent conflict a little —
“Eat, little lovebird. It’s your favourite, same as always. Perhaps your tastes are changing.” << Reading it a couple of time I take it to mean the bird isn’t eating, and the narrator is slightly confounded (perhaps too heavy a word!).
But there is a lot to think about as the reader – the change in the bird, and how that may represent how the choices we make only reflect the temporary nature of our selves …
The lovebird is a person. At least that’s how it was written. I suppose these things are a bit like Rorschach inkblots; there are no wrong interpretations.
Heh, I used to hate it in Literature when people wheeled that one out. What have I become?
Anyway, this didn’t undergo the level of editing I’d usually apply, so it probably is a bit loose. Each line had an intention behind it, but whether I managed to follow through on them is debatable.
– Aimless
I did see the lovebird as a person, probably because I highly recognize myself in this. How you willingly start a relationship with someone, but that relationship turns into a prison, a cage you can’t escape anymore. Which leads to lots of crying, worrying, wondering where things went wrong and how you can fix them. And the only way to fix it is to let go, to choose for the wide open sky (to go with the bird analogy).
Anyway, I thought it was really nicely written, and it didn’t confuse me at any point as to what was going on, but then again this is my own interpretation, which might be entirely different from yours. But that’s what literature and art is all about I think. =)
That’s pretty much spot on, actually. I wrote it as the cage being the narrator’s heart, though — you might notice that they give it to the bird to begin with but then reclaim it near the end.
Speaking of which, I’ve just noticed I put “you’re” instead of “your”. Best get on that.
– Aimless
It’s okay, jayseven. You were only beaten by a girl!
I wrote it with a certain perspective, but if someone can look at it differently and still take something away from it then more power to them. Just don’t give me the credit.
– Aimless