A solitary remnant
laid to waste, glued to the ground.
once upon a time
this delicate creation
this deceptively ethereal whisper
assisted the majestic eagle,
it soared atop mountains
and touched the sky
singed by the sun.
You peaked too son.
Tonight it’s time for dVerse Poetics, where Victoria invites us to write on the subject of feathers, in whichever way takes our fancy. This made me think (for a few minutes)! I was gong to write about the feather’s structure, but (as is often the case) changed my mind very early on. I tend not to fight the muse on these occasions, and go with her flow. I hope you like it!
Please do head on over to dVerse, enjoy the variety… or take part!