1) n. the act of murmuring; a low indistinct sound
2) – of starlings: n. a flock
She had lain quietly,
she did not speak or even meet my eye
after I told her
I was leaving.
It wasn’t until I got up to go,
because the silence had become so loud
that it hurt to stay any longer
and if I was being honest,
I had not wanted to come at all,
that she finally opened her mouth.
I assumed she meant to speak, to yell perhaps,
to condemn, berate, beg, plead, curse,
But the sound that fell from her lips was soft
as the whisper of feathers.
It was the hushed flight of wings.
It broke my heart.
As the starlings began to free themselves,
struggling one by one
to make their way over her tongue,
clawing their way past her lips,
dropping into her hands
before launching into the air
like a waterfall of grey plumage they continued
seeming to scream
So I turned and left her there,
with her collective of starlings,
all her pent-up, unused words,