Ashley--
I'm reading this poem directly after reading your "Cocaine" on the metric forum. I'm really enjoying your work today!
The overall effect of this one for me was a deep sense of relief at the end when the narrator makes their escape. I was genuinely invested and so hopeful. Which is to say, once again, thanks for bringing powerful emotional content. I love it.
I'm especially in love with the little finch couple knitting a nest and holding a wing out to shelter each other. What an image. I'll be holding on to that for a long time.
I think for me the weakest bit is here...
I chipped
a trail toward the airport towers and shivered
against the snowfall’s climbing inches. Planes
were crackling over ice and weather. I snapped
myself into my seat, routing south,
flying fast, barely holding on.
"shivered against the snowfall's climbing inches" feels a bit meh after all the intense actions before (and the darling wrens). As does "Planes were crackling..." Maybe the N needs to get more good guidance from nature here--a friendly goose? Sorry. I know that's not super-helpful.
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