POETRY

Omens

Free verse poem about a dream, an omen, and a promise

Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

In the dream, I see a golden hen.
Deep crimson between her wings,
One folded at an awkward angle.

Her flockmates shove red beaks at her,
Circling her, a cacophony of garbles.
My heart, bereft of sleep, staggers its beating.