Oh and it was right therein front of my eyes
as if in a dream. . .
Its white wings spread
and it took flight
carrying me. . .
Up into the endless blue
this winged being and I
unfettered we flew. . .
This bird from within
and the child in me
alive and as one. . .
We soared. . .
Written in response to this haunting image by Elizabeth Crawford at Unraveling
(for Tuesday collab no.8)
3 comments:
Susannah, I am so glad you don't look at Jinksy's response first, but go with your gut reaction. Now we have the extreme opposites, from the same image and I find that delightful beyond words. Makes me know, that in certain moments, yes, even I can fly.
Love the simplicity of your poem, how you captured that imaginative moment of the child within. Feel that way when I play with the colors, or write a poem. It's exactly why I won't stop doing the things I do. Thank you, so much,
Elizabeth
In actual fact, my words were written for a 'first draft' image, which was much darker, but the midnight hour had grabbed me as an idea, and I did remember my husband telling me of taking a candle to light his way upstairs when he was a youngster, living with his Gran in Devon... Perhaps using a Mr Linky before a Thursday,could mean everyone can write from a standing start? I'll have to give that some thought...
There is simplicity and such beauty in your words, Susannah.
Pamela
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