Me, You, Mockingbird

Much Madness is divinest Sense to a discerning Eye ~ Emily Dickenson

Sometimes a poem means just what it means. This is inspired by the Wordle of We Write Poems, a play with sound and sense.

Somewhere 

in the Madness Woods,

across the Rabbit Blue 

far beyond the Melting Wind,

"You, me, Mockingbird."

It teases life again, 

faint and growing thin:

Me, 

       You, 

            Mockingbird.